Dance Monkey - Sage Francis

Right

I got two left hooves, who wanna test?

Well, since nobody’s steppin' to me

Huh

Take me to your cult leader

Ah Huh huh

Take me to your local drug dealer

Yeow

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

Dancing for money

(Get yourself together, let’s rock!)

D-d-d-d-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 do do do do dodo

D-d-d-d-dance Monkey

Dance you god damn Monkey

Do that thing that’s funny

Do I make you wanna laugh?

I make you wanna move

I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)

Huh

Case one

Carries a paint gun

She’s unafraid of waivin' when she’s getting her face done

Her favorite radio station’s a permanent paid vacation

Burning 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

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 of the nest bound

The kept down and apes won’t be banging on their chests now

When pacemakers are fragile

They hate the taste of capsules

They feed their face with Paxil

Females hate their dad still

Holy sons got mommy issues on deck at the podium

Holding 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 got a simple god

Huh

Take me to your cult leader

Come on man

Take me to your local drug dealer

Come on 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 your number

You best disconnect before I call it

The bumper sticker on your forehead’s the wrong fit

When the bomb hits

(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)

When the bomb hits

(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)

When the bomb hits

(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)

Not that mine will help ya!

We’re gonna rock this motherfucker!

Fucking Francis!!!