The Monkey's Back

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