Green Monkeys

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 whores or
Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or
green monkeys ya ya ya yah
Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or
green monkeys ya ya ya yah