Green Monkeys Songtext

E B In a distant street a distant beat Repeats machine gun like In a forest grows a sweet fruit Filled with poison In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames High above us In an office blind machines blink out data In a rush C#m G#m A B Whatever they say they say It isn't true what they say C#m G#m A B It didn't come from the gays The blacks the Haitians or the whores or CHORUS E A B E A B Green monkeys ya ya ya yah Or green monkeys ya ya ya yah Instrumental (then) REPEAT CHORUS (and fade)