Sage Francis Dance Monkey Lyrics

A Healthy Distrust Track Listing
  • 1 The Buzz Kill
  • 2 Sea Lion
  • 3 Gunz Yo
  • 4 Escape Artist
  • 5 Product Placement
  • 6 Voice Mail Bomb Threat
  • 7 Dance Monkey
  • 8 Sun vs. Moon
  • 9 Agony in Her Body
  • 10 Crumble
  • 11 Ground Control
  • 12 Lie Detector Test
  • 13 Bridle
  • 14 Slow Down Gandhi
  • 15 Jah Didn't Kill Johnny

  • 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 killed 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 kill me motherfucker
    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!


    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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