A Tale Of Apes I Paroles

The ape's lucky leather jacket has turned up missing

and he's shouting out something about stretching his threat,

to drop a stainless steel egg, onto a poor defenseless hand mirror

or else...



Hence the intergalactic presses have been halted accordingly.

their consummate plug - been kicked from the outer-space wall

and then alone does the nightclub's only spotlight get to stuttering.



and the air this here ape's in charge of, has now grown doubly thick,


and the crowd goes wild...

and then needs a line to repeat,

you try to think why? and...

"everything is empty and it runneth over"...

cuts clean across your clenched teeth.

letting off the small fear fire

set tall inside your just beyond merch booth bound chest.