I don't know what you gotta say, I don't know
I'll be up late, but the anguish, yeah
Yeah, the anguish, yeah, but the anguish, yeah
Come on down, monkey man, like I'm so sorry
Your brother shot down like Mata Hari
Bugs in the bird, I can't escape, I'm just right to work
Lickin' all the pillow clean, oh
Talk with your monkey brothers and make sure that they're fine
He's at the treetops contemplating suicide
You think he's climbin' for fun, 'cause he got good at lies
You ask him why F-30's gone, you should've asked when he's alive
Why do the good ones die?
I guess we'll never know
We're all too fragile, strong together like December snow
Down from the canopy, fallin' like the stars
We can't carry all our pain if we just keep it in our hearts