Sink into the clouds with the lining made of lemon
Where you cringe when you fall past the taste and into heaven
Where the monkey’s waiting for you with an itch on her back
One banana, two banana, three banana, scratch
The monkey takes a picture and says its for the road
She leaves behind the real thing to lighten her load

You can wake up a car thief asleep at the wheel
Or witness Jehovah tearing up the Bible

If you remember the crime then you know the feeling
While Judas’ looking innocent, spitting out that drivel
He doesn’t seem like he’s evolved from anything
Theory disproved, now the monkey’s got my ring

Next night, tunnel hiking, with the vines in your eyes
Slapping up some steam in the Amazon tribe
Trouble says your name with the cutest little smile
Before the river goes downstream to the ‘gators, meanwhile
Monkey’s hanging from the tree screaming profanities
Before they kick you both out for causing a scene

Dylan’s in the hearse, scraping up snacks
And Beck’s in the coffin, looking too lax
Monkey’s rearranging your books on the shelf
And you’re the one picking fleas of himself
Every evolution and counter-devolution
Turns a man into a monkey for the monkey revolution

Now scream the primal scream
And circumvent your senses
Don’t believe, your eyes deceive
Under this bloodstruck tension