Heartbeat felt in the eyeballs
Going toward the inner temple
Meeting in the moron mind we resemble
Turn the phrase of monkey see
To know you is what monkey do
Come over to the window pane alley
See inside your self, as intruder insane
For the real, for the meal
Walkin' back and forth on foot
Rollin' the ping pong ball of confusion
Gettin' a bit tired of thoughts and sin
But I know exactly where I've been
Can't reach you, can't touch you
Swallowing fuel for the talk show
Dick, Jane and Spot, and a Big Mac-to-go.
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