Ouch Monkeys - The Teardrop Explodes, Ross Cullum, Christopher Merrick Hughes

Mother, I heard you call my name, but now

They say I have to leave the village now

Please, please, don’t disappoint me with your tears

Stand proud and stay, salute me when I leave

Oh, such foolish thoughts

Tearing at the very soul

Unconfirmed reports

Fighting by the dawn patrol

Crushed in lions' jaws

Battles with the torn apart

I can fight no more

Confusion in the very heart

Heart of the actual king

As night arrives, see monkeys climb down from the trees

And who has ever seen such foolish ones as these?

The monkey quivers with its guts torn open wide

Big jungle cats surround the conquered side

Oh, such fun and games

Fire bites to burn the soul

And decorate the damned

Try to hide the poor insane

They must, but don’t fall

Games that always end in tears

your tales

In fear of the approaching years

In fear of the actual king

A trail of blood, a trail of fire lights up the night

Appending scenes of chaos caught in beams of light

I perched and, elastic world

Just plant inside

Oh, such fun and games