Jon Jacobs - Green Monkeys lyrics

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