I've seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
But all they ever do is fight to the d**h for your soul
They're on a planet that I never meant to visit at all
Got a sign on the wall — the decree: you don't go
So come on, make your trespa**, get your flesh fast
Turned to dust by the d**h rays. These are the best days
Of our lives: mad scientists with swirly eyes;
People with supernatural powers who live in disguise
Who live in the skies, swing between the sky scrapers
Capes all-a-drape in the words on the shiny papers
That the stapler turned to a booklet, or otherwise perfect bound
So when the glue dries in my old age, loose pages all around;
Sound of the wind rustling; cowboy zombies ride
La**oing up the carrion calves and a skeletal bride
I'm telling you I don't study the phrenology no more
But I'm astounded by the size of the heads in the store
And I score my pull. Full moons and the howls commence;
Tear through a stack in a night with little reticence
I'm eating venisons in the woods, get an axe to the dome
Ken is in pieces behind me — I can still hear him groan
I should have known from the warning encoded into the name of the place:
Forbidden planet, in impermissible space
And on the surface of the planet, insanity abounds
Eternal beings shape my sleep and every waking sound
That I make is loud. “Shazam!” I'd say, just to startle you
(a geek ejaculation in between a wave and a particle)
Did a part of you just die just like Clay Loudermilk
Shaving information out of a dog without a head? And now the silk
Smoking jacket worn by the smartest kid on earth
[Back off, nerd! This library's my turf.] ...and give berth
To the brick hats from Ignatz that fly in posthumous volumes
At once coeval and incompossible: all rooms
At all times, silver age and foil covers mingle
Something eldritch in the aisle: soul of the man who filched a single
Glance at the most forbidden object on the whole orb
I hint not at quixotic wandering; take the whole tour
Look on the shelf under Rapper next to Elf
You'll see a Frontalot one-fold if I have to smuggle it in myself
I'm gonna hand-scribble it onto a napkin and then scan it
Print a pile of ‘em out, deliver ‘em to the planet
I'll acquire a quire and if you don't know what I mean
Look it up: it's one twentieth of a ream
[Got a song, listen fondly, don't hear a mondegreen]
You think you surrender me to the funny animals who inhabit
But I camp out in the co*kpit of the crash land cause they're all rabid
Don't jinx me now, I'm about to escape from here yet
I'm on an island in the vastness of space [facing regret]
And I'm stranded alone, in need of some rescue
Already ran out of food, masticated my left shoe
Built a robot companion — on accident programmed it to feel
So when it spared a little monkey from despair, its fate was sealed
I've seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
But all they ever do is fight to the d**h for your soul
They're on a planet that I never meant to visit at all
Got a sign on the wall — the decree: you don't go