The Money Song Lyrics

I feel like an idiot

I feel like a monkey

I feel like I'm sick of it

Or maybe just used to it

With it's hexagon

And with its moonlets

And with all its stripes

How far can the fool get?

What do they think theyre looking at, though?

What do they think theyre looking at, though?

I feel like a a piano

Abandoned in a jungle

I feel like the banana

And god is the monkey

This is where they showed me

Some sort of tape machine

I'm probably already dead

It's just like listening

This is how the whole damned thing goes down, though

This is how the whole damned thing goes, though

What if you were led

Not to jump to conclusions?

What if while high I said

I'm probably already dead?

It's never too late to go, though

It's never too late to go home