Testo di The Monkey

The room was dark and short of breath And smelled like some poor junkie's death All had been dreamed All had been tried The monkey's long arms opened wide And now at last we all get to make love to the monkey A glow beneath A bang above A whimper at the end of love No one has slept and sweetly dreamed Not since the monkey bucked and screamed The monkey's breath is sweet and strong The monkey's tongue is wet and long He neither speaks nor understands He's got the whole world in his hands--