Space monkey in the place to be
A mass of contradictions in a golden frame
Raising the roof in a calamity way
Completely meretricious of a poke in the eye

Space monkey in the place to be
Talk of the town with a Columbian rock
Out on a limb in the carnival of me
Raising the temperature 100 degrees

We're sewn together
She’s born to mesmer
Beside, astride her
I die inside her
It's far to sacred
Don’t ever fake it
And don’t don’t don’t let me down

Like you let me down before
Like you let me down before