Lyrics Space Monkey - Patti Smith Group

Space Monkey

Blood on the t.v., ten oclock news.
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
Beatin and beatin so outta time.
Whats the mad matter with the church chimes?
Here comes a stranger up on ninth avenue.
Leanin green tower, indiscreet view.
Over the cloud, over the bridge,
Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my Space monkey.
sign of the time-time
Space monkey, so outta line-line.
Space monkey, sort of divine.
And hes mine, mine, all mine.
Pierre clementi, snot full o cocaine.
The sexual streets, why its all so insane.
Humans are running, lavender room.
Hoverin liquid, move over moon for my Space monkey.
sign of the time-time
Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
Space monkey, so out of line and hes mine, mine, oh hes mine
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A stranger comes up to him;
hands him an old, rusty polaroid.
It starts crumbling in his hands.
He says, oh man, I dont get the picture.
this is no picture.
This is just… this just-a…this just-a…
This is my jack-knife.
this is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife.
this is my jack.
Rude excavation, landin site.
Boy hesitatin, jack-knife.
He rips his leg open, so out of time.
Blood and light runnin.
its all like a dream.
Light of my life, hes dressed in flame.
Its all so predestined.
its all such a game for my Space monkey.
sign of the time-time.
Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
Space monkey, so out of line and its all just space, just space.
There he is, up in a tree.
Oh, I hear him callin down to me.
That banana-shaped object aint no banana.
Its a bright, yellow u.f.o.
And hes coming to get me.
here I go.
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up …
Oh, goodbye mama.
Ill never do dishes again.
Here I go from my body.
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