This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
Not what I heard or saw on TV, but what I witnessed entirely
Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track
Once upon a time we thought we were free and had control over destiny
We saw ourselves a competent band, able to reason, prosper and plan
But we had a chamber in the moon, circumstance made us change our tune
When the veil was torn from our face, we became the monkeys riding the race