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The obvious primary response to this title is that it is about drug addiction. But it’s not. We don’t sing about drugs, and people who do are fucking SQUARES with an image-problem. Instead, this is a song about raising hell and pissing in the well, about throwing rocks from inside the glasshouse. (a...
You claim the monkey is obscene
You claim the monkey is unclean
I've seen the monkey and his deeds
I've met that mother in his dreams
You paint it white, I paint it black
I'll be the monkey on your back
On your back
On your back
On your
Monkey on your back
You claim the monkey made you fall
[Yeah!]
You claim the monkey shaved your balls
[Yeah!]
I seen the monkey and his deeds
[Yeah!]
I tell you, brother, set him free
You paint it white, I paint it black
I'll be the monkey on your back
On your back
On your back
On your
Monkey on your back
You paint it white, I paint it black
I'll be the monkey on your back
You paint it white, I paint it black
I'll be the monkey on your back
On your back
On your back
On your
Monkey on your back