January 2007
We're the people, the lucky
with the fragile bones
the ones who sit and worry
about getting to old
We're the people, the happy
with the broken hearts
the ones who draw a picture
and proc
But you, and you, and you and you
you're just a animal developed into
You and you and you and you
a monkey needs to dance so do you
You like to do it as a child on your own
you're in the jungle and the monkeys
take your mind from your home
How many times do they have to tell you
that it's perfectly fine for you to dance ar
When you walk home from the party
Drunk on bacardi and listening
To the voices that lie to you nightly,
Make you frightened of everyone,
Make you sorry for something.
You go home and spend y