Monkeys

There are diamonds in your hair There are flowers on your hands There are bold men fighting for your heart In a war torn distant land There's a space between your high high heels And the cold and dirty ground Angels cannot walk on water But they fly without a sound Don't you think that you're headed for a landslide looking for the light Don't you think that you're headed for an atom bomb chasing every high There's a Dom Perignon in your nose And a spoon glued between your fingers You always talk with the bassist Who's a little bit racist but you always leave with the singer You can mix yourself all up with alcohol and pills But when you're all dusty and strung out You'll still give those men your thrills Don't you think that you're headed for a landslide looking for the light Don't you think that you're headed for an atom bomb chasing every high Don't you hear voices screaming in the wind saying nothing is alright Don't you know that we're monkeys on a rock spinning We're all gonna die There's a tasteful way to be a drunken nihilist But it's hard to get there with the wind in your sails When you're a post-coital optimist Nothing looks like love without rejection Every beauty and the beast Had a couple fights without an end in sight It's hard to find that sweet release See it's a real fool's errand in a rich man's game Counting likes like an influencer Whether it's money or drugs, Whether it's hate or its love You'll still be sixpence none the richer So give your beauty everything that you got While you're young enough to still care That you've got flowers tattooed on every piece of your heart And blood diamonds on your hair Don't you think that you're headed for a landslide looking for the light Don't you think that you're headed for an atom bomb chasing every high Don't you hear voices screaming in the wind saying nothing here is right Don't you know that we're monkeys on a rock spinning We're all gonna die