The bones jumped over the rails
And the flesh lay weak and unsupported
Trying to decide
To try to stand alone or to try to hide
To try to stand alone or to try to hide
Why should we need their voice inside
Philosophy is dead but Phil is living in a cosy corner of his own mind
Put a monkey in a room with the means to write
Leave him there for infinite time
Then he'll write the works of Shakespeare
Then he'll write the works
You know that I went back to the room
What did I see?
No surprise in store for me
Monkey shit everywhere
And a monkey dead
No prose, no poems
Not even a riddle
Let's dress it all up in books that penetrate
Let's define the state, step back and wait
For something else will come along to analyse
And I'd do it myself if I wasn't so blind
The bones jumped over the rails and left your body to rot
With you perfect brain
But if you had the chance, chance, chance
You'd probably dance, dance, dance
Put a monkey in a room with the means to write
Leave him there for infinite time
Then he'll write the works of Shakespeare
Then he'll write the works
You know that I went back to the room
What did I see?
No surprise in store for me
Monkey shit everywhere
And a monkey dead
No prose, no poems
Not even a riddle