New Monkey King Songtext
von Guy Forsyth

Well I′m waiting for the opening
For the chance to throw my hands
I'm keeping low
With my back straight
A wasp inside a can
Isn′t it strange to be caught looking
Right down the business end
Of silver thirty paces
Turn on your friend

And I'm changing like a culling
Into an iron shirt
I'm trading myth for muscle memory
Putting cold cash on my hurt

You can try me
I′m waiting
To give everything
Like a rock on a string


No monkey came
Why am I such a lonely boy
Where everything I touch is burnt or blind
I know I found my true companion
And I know I left her behind

You can try me
I′m waiting
To give everything
Like a rock on a string
No monkey came

I'm waiting for the opening
For the chance to throw my hands
I′m keeping low
With my back straight
A wasp inside a can

Just a wasp inside a can
Just a wasp inside a can
Just a wasp inside