Texty:
Dandy Warhols Welcome To The Monkey House

For have I Built a castle Upon believing Before I doubt I have suffered But my friends say I have learned from it And for have I Believed the snow could

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah You ain't got music if you ain't got the muscle, oh, yeah Ain't seen nothin' 'til you're down and you're rotten, oh, yeah You ain'

Of mine or could be Hell Or maybe I'm not eheheh Everything I should be eh Or maybe I'm not eheheh And everything I've wanted to real- Lize Baby I got

Wonderful you, the dope you are And beautiful me, came for your party Well lately I can't stop talking about you And mainly I'm wondering Why in the hell

the radio tells them first So come on come on come on Come Come on come on come on Come on Come on come on come on You monkeys (Thanks to Hristian

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. You ain't got music if you ain't got the muscle, oh yeah. Ain't seen nothin' 'til you're down and you're rotten, oh yeah. You ain

I might sound insincere, 'cause I'm wasted all the time. I?ve Thought it over and It's over It's over It?s over It's over I'd like to thank you,

In me the scientist, Always stuck on, always trying this. I try to live on science alone. Analysis and freaky sensitivity, We?ve gotta live on science

A long time ago, we used to be friends But I haven't thought of you lately at all If ever again, a greeting I send to you, Short and sweet to the soul