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Dance Monkey Lyrics - Healthy Distrust - Sage Francis

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 

'cause 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 

 

(do that thing that's funny) 

dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey 

 

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!