Sage Francis - Dance Monkey lyrics

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 hit's
(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)
When the bomb hit's
(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)
When the bomb hit's
(Whose music will you look to for shelter?)
Not that mine will help ya!

D-d-d-d-Dance!

We're gonna rock this motherfucker!
Fucking Francis!