Monkeyface Songtext
von The Jazz Butcher

Cien dias, cien anos... no say... soledad in Rossia... Moskow!
I think you′re crazy.
No quiero muchas plata, senor, no, no quiero muchas plata; solamente la tierra.

La onca - el gato blanco mas precioso...
Aggression... Extincion...


He is poisoned and trapped;
He is shot from aeroplanes, and chased by riflemen on snowmobiles.

EGGS OF EGGS!

I think you're crazy.

No quiero muchas plata, senor, no, no quiero muchas plata; solamente la tierra.
I think you′re crazy. I think you're crazy. I think you're crazy.
I think you′re crazy. I think you′re crazy.