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1, 2, 3 little monkeys
And they're all walking down the street
And their eye's don't work
And their feet still hurt
And their wounds are really clear to see
It's hard to think that just an hour ago
I killed a scientist that wanted to know
How the patient feels, when he takes these pills
They call me, monkey number one
They tried hard, and they learnt to escape
Using a bunch of keys where the scientist lay
They've got their heats made out of stone
But they're alright

They're going to Easter Isand x2
Where they'll be

1, 2, 3 little monkeys
And they're all walking down the street
And their eye's don't work
And their feet still hurt
And their wounds are really clear to see
Word up bitch they call me monkey 2
It's just me 1 and 3, that's the whole fucking crew
And when the shit goes down in our little town, we'll be ready for you
That's the story from 1 and 2, number 3 can't speak because his mouth's been glued with some industrial stuff
I think they've had enough, and they're going away
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