Green Monkeys 歌词

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