Cut your branches at the root. That long have grown that bitter fruit. Cut your branches at the root. That only gave me bitter fruit. . I was conceived in a red cage, from a wild love.
There's a monkey on my back. Makes me talk like that. There's a monkey on my back. Makes me talk like that. There's a monkey on my back. Makes me talk like that.
From sea to mountain valley. From flesh to palms a' swaying. Dreamers dreaming on. no matter what they're saying. . I need you. Don't ask me why it is.
Baby save it, we're wasted. I know we gotta slow it down. But when the waves come, you face them. And you know we can't stop it now. . Head's up, we're in a dead club.