Trite little
Miss
Communication
Try to see
Now I've lost all my self-control
My righteous will abandon me
If you wanted to prove I'm as mortal as they come
Your job is more well than done
Some how
You suck the brain from me
After generously fingering it good
I give you too much attention, information
And then none
You're quite good at shifting the plot
My attention span is shot
Regulars
Going for the jugulars
What are you spouting about?
Shut your mouth
Your loco
Too sober to be sure
Fucked up in your own mind to get our
And I never knew anyone could be so cruel (screwed)
I hove not been an example of righteous behaviour
Come on and say it
Little miss
Communication
Conversation
Come on and say it
You are
The monkey man
I'll make a monkey man
Out of you
Alkaline machine
Shifting shapes and minds and spaces
Body and contours blending with bars
Feel lost
Chaos is wearing me
Dregulars
Going for the jugulars
And he says
Drop the bomb
In the palm of my hand
You're the monkey man
Monkey man
(What's the matter if I'm a good kisser)
(What's the matter if my finger finds your mouth)
