In a distant street a distant beat
Repeats machine gun like
In a forest grows a sweet fruit
Filled with poison
In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames
High above us
In an office blind machines blink out data
In a rush
Whatever they say they say
It isn't true what they say
It didn't come from the gays
The blacks the Haitians or the who*es or
CHORUS
Green monkeys ya ya ya yah
Or green monkeys ya ya ya yah
REPEAT CHORUS