Patti Smith - Space Monkey lyrics

Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove. Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes? Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view. Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my space monkey. Sign of the time-time Space monkey, so outta line-line. Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine. Pierre Clementi, snot full o' c**aine. The s**ual streets, why it's all so insane. Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my space monkey. Sign of the time-time Space monkey, sort of divine-vine Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine (spoken) A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid. It starts crumbling in his hands. He says, 'Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture. This is just...this just-a...this just-a... This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife. This is my jack.' [shriek] Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife. He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'. It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame. It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine. Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space. There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me. That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O. And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!