Animal collective

Monkey riches

Animal collective
Lately i need a better plan
I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands
Cause i have been a cerebral spouse
Now my legs want to go into the emerald house

And i want to look out i don't want to bail out
And i want to help out, i don't want to nod out

I don't want to knock you down

But why am i still looking for a golden age?
You tell me that i ought to have a golden wage
Every time i look up at that blurry sun
All i think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
It makes me wonder how i even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?

It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich

Lately i want to be in my heart
But where exactly is my heart and where does it start?
I don't want that tylenol.
Can i sing and make change without crushing clams?
I can help the little things but i have big plans
I don't want that tylenol

It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich

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