Moral Weakness by Thomas K. HuntIt's an addiction A habit if you may You play with your monkeys Give them back rides everyday You're not content with one or two You say, one more then I'm through The truth isn't hard to come by about you and your monkeys
Sit over here Sit over there Anywhere you sit you sit in monkey hair That's your problem Keep the sirens at bay I'll dial your number when the monkeys go astray
You fight with your monkeys You chase them away Wake up tomorrow Wake up the very next day You open your door from a knock three times It's just your monkeys standing all in line
It is what it is It's not a dream The more I live it it is what it seems
08/12/2004 Posted on 08/12/2004 Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt
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