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