We stood on a hillside with a test tube Oh lord, is it yours? Or some other lonely creature A parasitic dreamer With no cause Have you strolled the ditches They’re stringing up our sisters A democratic hook through the heel Well theres one for the exchequer None for the leper A dozen for the freak behind the wheel Have you seen the pictures Of the false toothed gods in office Their red hands at the rigging You kick but it gets forgiven And i guess some monkeys are high And some monkeys are low She got life for a blue coin Keep your lies on a pedastal