The Monkey's Back

On the monkey's back He paved the way but I lost track Seize the day I want my way But the monkey's back He grew such fingernails He could scratch, he could impale Never fails, D R Y So I fed him poison grapes He spit the seeds into my face And he escapes. They germinate Weave into my skin Sprout the seeds, chrysanthemum Pull the weeds from my chin And we begin Well, the Monkey's Back Well, the Monkey's Back Well, the Monkey's Back Well, the Monkey's Back Well, the Monkey's Well, the Monkey's Back This place is no place Is jail space Is cell Words to yourself You never will Grab the knife Please grab the knife No hope nor fear Take a step out To the South There's dust on the Sun Walk slow, there's no rush --- The Monkey's Back - Menomena