Pre> E b In a distant street a distant beat repeats machine gun like In a forest grows a sweet fruit filled with poison In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames high above us In an office blind machines blink out data in a rush
C#m g#m a b Whatever they say they say it isn't true what they say C#m g#m a b It didn't come from the gays the blacks the haitians or the whores or
Chorus E a b e a b Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or green monkeys ya ya ya yah
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