They can smell the freak on you, and you make them ill They could try and kill you, but there’s nothing left to kill Gross misuse of pheromones, this is bad for your health This is what you have become not suicidal, bored to death
You’re nothing more than a Shaved monkey Build your tomb Making ghosts out of good men You’re just a Shaved monkey Burn it down, Again and again and again
This city turns decent folks, into nothing more than ghosts Stepping on shadows and cracks, stopping the blood flow Bred to eat and be eaten, kill, steal, burry Overrun with thieves and rats self loathing, hate and fury
You’re nothing more than a Shaved monkey Build your tomb Making ghosts out of good men You’re just a Shaved monkey Burn it down, Again and again and again
Born in captivity Poverty raised Living in misery Dying depraved
You’re nothing more than a Shaved monkey Build your tomb Making ghosts out of good men You’re just a Shaved monkey Burn it down, Again and again and again