Texty: Herman Dune. In August.

you were talking to me and looking at a monkey
feeding a monkey fruit and bread
you know what:
everybody dies in august when no-one cries
or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we're not dead
i'd found a bug in the water jug
it lay numb on my thumb
i blew it away and let it play
on the floor at my door
you were talking to me and looking at a monkey
feeding a monkey fruit and bread
you know what:
everybody dies in august when no-one cries
or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we're not dead