Monks Songtext
von King Missile

I like to sing
I wish I could sing like those guys
Who can sing two notes at once
Those monks
It takes some ten years to learn how to do it
But it′s worth it
Because God really sits up and notices
When you sing chords
And there were all those monks
That used to copy the bibles
In this very neat lettering
And let me tell you
When you write all neat and pretty
Like those monks did
You can bet that God sits up and takes notice
Those monks receive divine grace
Or my name isn't
Whatever my name is
I wonder if I could make a monk laugh
I wonder if I could make a monk


Spit out his chocolate milk through his nose
I wonder if I could make a monk
Accidentally break a vow of silence
I wonder if I have the heart
To even attempt such a thing
It seems so cruel
Those monks are silent for a reason
A beautiful reason
And you can bet that when one of those monks
Doesn′t speak for say a year or two
You can bet that God sits up and takes notice
God appreciates shit like that
Of course you might figure
That with all the records I've made
That God would have noticed me too
But I would think that if there was a God
God would notice everything
Hell, God probably would be everything
If on the other hand, there is no God
If there's only space aliens for example
That would be a different story
I mean, I′m sure space aliens would notice the monks
That sing the two notes at once
And even the monks that take vows of silence
But would a space alien be able to tell the difference
Between a beautiful hand-written bible
And one made with state-of-the-art desktop publishing software?
See, that′s where the real story is
In the competition for the attention of the space aliens
'Cause everyone′s equal in the eyes of God
But the space aliens
You gotta figure they would play favorites