I find you in the morning After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say
You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you’re higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what seems out of place
On and on it goes Calling like a distant wind Through the zero hour we’ll walk Cut the thick and break the thin No sound to break no moment clear When all the doubts are crystal clear Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way It twists and turns Changing colour Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It’s painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you out It spits you out When you desire To conquer it To feel you’re higher To follow it You must be clean With mistakes That you do mean Move the heart Switch the pace Look for what Seems out of place
It’s o.k. It goes this way The line it twists It twists away Cuts you up And spits you out Keeps you walking But never shout.
There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and rollerblades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face) He said ‘Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘no’ He said ‘that’s where we’re gonna go - you need a change of pace’ And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs He said ‘I left my wallet in El Segondo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mine We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as well? He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said ‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, then we’ve got a monkey bed!’
Me and my monkey With a dream and a gun I’m hoping my monkey don’t point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand why he did what he did Why he did what he did
We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you’d ever seen before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores ‘Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they’ll rock your world’ So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun Was diggin’ old Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine ‘What’s up? You’d better get your ass in here boy, your monkey’s having too much of a good time!’
Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey Don’t point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey Like Billy The Kid Trying to understand why he did what he did Why he did what he did
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores, he couldn’t sit still Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three Couldn’t help but notice this mexican just staring at me Or was it my monkey? I couldn’t be sure It’s not like you’d never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don’t test my patience ‘cause we’re not about to run That’s a bad ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun ‘My name is Rodriguez’, he says with death in his eye ‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey’s gonna die!’
Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey We don’t wanna kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the monkey is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy huh… And I ain’t about to run Put your gun down boy huh huh… How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?
gimme danger, little stranger and I’ll give you a piece gimme danger, little stranger and I’ll feel your disease there’s nothing in my dreams Just some ugly memories kiss me like the ocean breeze (hey!) Now if you will be my lover i will shiver insane but if you can be my master i will do anything there’s nothing left to life but a pair glassy eyes raze my feelings one more time (yeah!) find a little strip and find a little stranger yeah you’re gonna feel my hand said: I got a little angel, want a little danger honey you’re gonna feel my hand swear you’re gonna feel my hand swear you’re gonna feel my hand gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger can you feel me? you gotta feel me! you gotta feel this …little stranger…