E B
In a distant street a distant beat Repeats machine gun like
In a forest grows a sweet fruit Filled with poison
In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames High above us
In an office blind machines blink out data In a rush
C#m G#m A B
Whatever they say they say It isn't true what they say
C#m G#m A B
It didn't come from the gays The blacks the Haitians or the whores or
CHORUS
E A B E A B
Green monkeys ya ya ya yah Or green monkeys ya ya ya yah
