Monkey See, Monkey Do
Every day you see him now in black with pointy fangs
Attention drawing skinny jeans and brightly colored bangs
Lighting up a cigarette as dragon kinship would
Buying dumb whores speed and weed to make himself feel good
Trying on another name to see if it fits right
Can't squeeze more weed from his mom and so he picks a fight
She says he should see a shrink to see if he's ok
Won't admit what's going on, there's so much he can't say
Monkeysee Monkeydo
How they get inside of you
Monkeysee Monkeydo
What you swore you'd never do
Monkeysee Monkeydo
Swore that they could get a clue
Monkeysee Monkeydo
Now you're just one of them too
Had to pierce his phallus because Overlord has one
Photographs and emails it to show it off for fun
What a rush it is to him to shock whoever's near
Makes his motto, Life's a sin. There's no such thing as fear
Maybe, far off, years from now at fifty-two or three
After some close friends have died or just some family
If he's stable long enough to live into those years
He'll scream sense into some kid with eyes filled up with tears
Or perhaps he'll grow some day
To hear even his best friends say
Could you please fucking go away
Cause it's always an excuse
And it's always a big lie
And it's always about money
Gee, I wonder why
Attention drawing skinny jeans and brightly colored bangs
Lighting up a cigarette as dragon kinship would
Buying dumb whores speed and weed to make himself feel good
Trying on another name to see if it fits right
Can't squeeze more weed from his mom and so he picks a fight
She says he should see a shrink to see if he's ok
Won't admit what's going on, there's so much he can't say
Monkeysee Monkeydo
How they get inside of you
Monkeysee Monkeydo
What you swore you'd never do
Monkeysee Monkeydo
Swore that they could get a clue
Monkeysee Monkeydo
Now you're just one of them too
Had to pierce his phallus because Overlord has one
Photographs and emails it to show it off for fun
What a rush it is to him to shock whoever's near
Makes his motto, Life's a sin. There's no such thing as fear
Maybe, far off, years from now at fifty-two or three
After some close friends have died or just some family
If he's stable long enough to live into those years
He'll scream sense into some kid with eyes filled up with tears
Or perhaps he'll grow some day
To hear even his best friends say
Could you please fucking go away
Cause it's always an excuse
And it's always a big lie
And it's always about money
Gee, I wonder why
Credits
Writer(s): Celina Gentry
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