Bring the monkey down,
Bring it down to the real life town,
Cause he ate all the sprouts of the tree and made the spring...
Sick, I'm not sick, but the feelin' I run without my feet,
He laughs nanana, sings nanana...
But he can't see the bump on his brow.
Shake our cables, shake our past,
Hidden in the dead branches,
I don't have the verti...
Go go, in my numbed machine,
Into echos and echos the monkey is falling asleep
A tree of ideas A tree of mood A tree of drunkness A tree of echos...
Ring ring small cymbals linked to our
Hands to keep attention,
Ring ring like the churches bells,
But I don't move,
I don't move...
Neuro, neurosis between two mirrors,
Neurosis I see your monkey smile