Monkey
Keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut
Bite your lip
And hold your tongue
Mind your business
Know your place
Don't stick your face
Where it don't belong
Switch the news off
Kick your shoes off
Sit back relax
Pretend there's nothing wrong
Now I shout and I scream
And I'm venting my spleen
I'm shaking my fists
And I'm stamping my feet
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
There's no off-switch
For the bullshit
Ah it just keeps on
Pumping out
I can't block this
I can't stop these thoughts
When they start
Fighting to get out
Now I shout and I scream
And I'm venting my spleen
I'm shaking my fists
And I'm stamping my feet
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
They invented all the monsters
That are underneath your bed
They need you to believe it
Cos they need to keep you scared
The illusion of security
Is all inside your head
They're keeping you alive
So they can keep the monsters fed
And everybody says that they're all
Mad as hell
They won't take it anymore
But of course they fucking will
Cos when Pavlov rings the bell
They all just sit and drool
And whoever left the lions
In charge of the zoo
Are relying on the apathy
Of folks like me and you
When the feeding frenzy starts
Just try and act surprised
And you'd better keep your shades on
In the hope that they won't shoot
Until they see the whites of your eyes
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
Keep your mouth shut
Bite your lip
And hold your tongue
Mind your business
Know your place
Don't stick your face
Where it don't belong
Switch the news off
Kick your shoes off
Sit back relax
Pretend there's nothing wrong
Now I shout and I scream
And I'm venting my spleen
I'm shaking my fists
And I'm stamping my feet
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
There's no off-switch
For the bullshit
Ah it just keeps on
Pumping out
I can't block this
I can't stop these thoughts
When they start
Fighting to get out
Now I shout and I scream
And I'm venting my spleen
I'm shaking my fists
And I'm stamping my feet
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
They invented all the monsters
That are underneath your bed
They need you to believe it
Cos they need to keep you scared
The illusion of security
Is all inside your head
They're keeping you alive
So they can keep the monsters fed
And everybody says that they're all
Mad as hell
They won't take it anymore
But of course they fucking will
Cos when Pavlov rings the bell
They all just sit and drool
And whoever left the lions
In charge of the zoo
Are relying on the apathy
Of folks like me and you
When the feeding frenzy starts
Just try and act surprised
And you'd better keep your shades on
In the hope that they won't shoot
Until they see the whites of your eyes
I'm just a monkey
Flinging my shit at the moon
Credits
Writer(s): Johannes Norris-brown, Mark Hartley, Phil Minal
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