In the end when we taught the simian to speak
All one big attempt to find out what made us unique
With elaborate motions of the hands and of the face
A monosyllable put us in our place
And our entire world system started to erode
Cuz like it was a new idea
All the apes kept saying was
"Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?"
And we found ourselves with company
In my isolation
I had my resignation
I had opened my mind
And sprung up from the lofty mind
But no
I have spent the month in
The lead but I have found none
All I need are these three
Strength in size and guilty
So do you bring some underlying moral skeleton
To bring our warm blooded flesh out to cleave
Hey that was our own private misery
What should I love? What should I see? What should I hate?
What should I free?
In my isolation
I had my resignation
I had opened my mind
And sprung up from the lofty mine
But no
I have spent the month in
The lead but I have found none
All I need are these three
Strength in size and guilty
Gaurded in the nuance
And undecided couplings
Poets of the primates
Had catalogued their sufferings
Why'd you never let on
We asked them with our shared tongue
The more we sing our sad songs
The less we ever get off
You wanna explain everything
But all you ever do is complain
That's why the world has lay waste
You have acquired a naughty taste
You shirk responsibility in favor of philosophy
You shirk responsibility in favor of philosophy
In my isolation
I had my resignation
I had opened my mind
And sprung up from the lofty mine
But no
I have sought the month in
The lead but I have found none
All I need are these three
Strength in size and guilty