| Don’t feed the monkey, don’t crack the whip
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| Monkey’s snappin' necks like a forest fire is snappin' sticks
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| Don’t fail to poison, don’t fail to kill
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| Monkey breaks those chains tonight
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| You better head out for the hills
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| Now it’s time for you to run
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| Got the fear, so get your gun
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| Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
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| Take your pills and come inside
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| Don’t feed the monkey, don’t turn him red
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| Violent retribution in the city of the dead
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| Born to chaos, born to kill
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| Lust for blood and thunder on that one way road to hell
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| Now it’s time for you to run
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| Got the fear, so get your gun
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| Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
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| Take your pills and come inside
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| Chaos falling all around
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| Monkey tearing up the town
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| People running for their lives
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| Armageddon’s here tonight
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| Don’t feed the monkey, just feel the pain
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| Feel the mutilation of the monkey hurricane
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| Don’t fail to poison, don’t fail to kill
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| Monkey breaks those chains tonight
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| You better head out for the hills
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| Now it’s time for you to run
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| Got the fear, so get your gun
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| Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
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| Take your pills and come inside
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| Chaos falling all around
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| Monkey tearing up the town
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| People running for their lives
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| Armageddon’s here tonight |