Letras
Hot bodies, fake illusions, so wild, so clean
The world is at your feet, applauding the screen.
When will you stop giving us monkeys for the people,
Monkeys for the people.
You have success, lots of fancy friends,
So bored, so blind, everybody looks so fine
When will you stop giving us monkeys for the people,
Monkeys for the people.
Hard dummies do fake eruptions so fast, so keen.
Nothing but insipid meat, you're watching monkeys as you eat.
But there are no more steps, the process is in shape.
Soft sex to order, the more they hanker.
Monkeys on the dance floor, until fashion changes.
We are all wishing for the end.