Monkeyman 歌词

Trite little Miss Communication Try to see Now I've lost all my self-control My righteous will abandon me If you wanted to prove I'm as mortal as they come Your job is more well than done Some how You suck the brain from me After generously fingering it good I give you too much attention, information And then none You're quite good at shifting the plot My attention span is shot Regulars Going for the jugulars What are you spouting about? Shut your mouth Your loco Too sober to be sure Fucked up in your own mind to get our And I never knew anyone could be so cruel (screwed) I hove not been an example of righteous behaviour Come on and say it Little miss Communication Conversation Come on and say it You are The monkey man I'll make a monkey man Out of you Alkaline machine Shifting shapes and minds and spaces Body and contours blending with bars Feel lost Chaos is wearing me Dregulars Going for the jugulars And he says Drop the bomb In the palm of my hand You're the monkey man Monkey man (What's the matter if I'm a good kisser) (What's the matter if my finger finds your mouth)