Sage Francis - Dance Monkey lyrics

ride. i got two left hooves, two on test. well, since nobody's steppin' to me (huh) take me to your cult leader (huh huh) take me to your local drug dealer take me to the man in the mirror when you stand and deliver with your hand on the trigger an emotional terrorist I double-M U N E never make my enemy public i'm a private dancer, dancin' for money dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey (do that thing that's funny) do i make you wanna laugh? i make you wanna move i make you wanna dodo dododo do (repeat) case one carries a paint gun she's unafraid of wavin' when she's gettin' her face done her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation burnin' her face in the sun she loves repetitive songs that keep playin' you know the repetitive songs that keep playin' she learned all the words and she works it baby dangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately cuz the rhythm is a cancer she's on a secret diet a private viewing disease-free tv pilot she saw the future in a group study they threw money in her pants dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey (do that thing that's funny) do i make you wanna laugh? i make you wanna move i make you wanna dodo dododo do (repeat) don't live for the moment -- live for the constant die for what's right or get k**ed by your conscience there's a difference between conscience, conscious and conscientious contrary to popular belief you're none of these there's plenty to feed empty mouths've been nest bound and kept down and apes won't be bangin on the chest pound when pacemakers are fragile they thate the taste of capsules they feed their face with paxil females hate their dads still holy son's got mommy issues on deck at the podium holdin' tongues with the rituals more complex than napoleon i told'em "it isn't his job to live in a fog" i don't have a god complex, you've got a simple god (huh) take me to your cult leader (c'mon) take me to your local drug dealer (c'mon man) take me to the man in the mirror when you stand and deliver with your hand on the trigger and a can of miller in the other you can't k** me motherf**er i got our number, you best disconnect before i call it the bumper sticker on your forehead's the wrong fit when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?) when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?) when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?) not that mine'll help ya dance!