Monkey Heart And The Horse's Leg
Saw he was back in town
Paper said he never left
Come back to try your sound
and the sound is all that's left
Washed out with a crowd
He wore precision hide
Hair groomed slightly brown
He had always tried to hide
I'm hoping you had passed the test
1000 bricks, that's all that's left
Nothing means nothing I guess
Nothing is nothing I guess
Nothing really changed here
Frankie still mourns the dust
and the change is good for us
That's the way it goes I guess
Was it the monkeyheart
Or the horse's legs?
That left us all insane
I'm not satisfied
I'm not satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not!
