Lyrics
You're like a group of apes
Fighting over grapes
Biting and placing landmines
And who's bomb might be the first to sprout
And no doubt it will make him a king
When the babies are covered in agent orange
And I saw one and it shook me still
And still as a shrew with whiskers approaching
You got me, I got you
Trees falling down
You got me, I got you
Lies scold a crown
You got me, I got you
These people throw dynamite
You got me, I got you
Til the blackest night
Greed chaser mind the giant glacier
Your pockets can fit those tokens in
Last puffs of the sky, last sips of the sea
Click click, Hoofs click, the stags fight horns
For the fauns twig legs slamming through a dashboard
To end in haemorrhage
You got me, I got you
Trees falling down
You got me, I got you
Lies scold a crown
You got me, I got you
These people throw dynamite
You got me, I got you
Til the blackest night
You got me, I got you
You got me, I got you
You got me, I got you
