The Monkey's Back
Brent Knopf, Daniel Seim, Justin Harris
On the monkey's back
He paved the way but I lost track
Seize the day I want my way
But the monkey's back
He grew such fingernails
He could scratch, he could impale
Never fails, D R Y
So I fed him poison grapes
He spit the seeds into my face
And he escapes. They germinate
Weave into my skin
Sprout the seeds, chrysanthemum
Pull the weeds from my chin
And we begin
Well, the Monkey's Back
Well, the Monkey's Back
Well, the Monkey's Back
Well, the Monkey's Back
Well, the Monkey's
Well, the Monkey's Back
This place is no place
Is jail space
Is cell
Words to yourself
You never will
Grab the knife
Please grab the knife
No hope nor fear
Take a step out
To the South
There's dust on the Sun
Walk slow, there's no rush