Lately I need a better plan
I want to get my knees out in the dirt
My hands
'Cause I have been a cerebral spouse
And my head wants to go into the emerald house
And I want to look out,
I don't want to bail out,
And I want to help out,
I don't want to nod out
I don't want to help out,
I don't want to bet out,
I don't want to look out,
I don't want to nod out
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
But why am I still looking for a golden age?
You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
And lately I want to be in my heart
But where exactly is my heart and where does it start?
(I don't want that Tylenol)
Can I sing and make change without crushing clams?
I can help the little things but I have big plans
(I don't want that Tylenol)
So I want to look out,
I don't want to bail out,
And I want to help out,
I don't want to nod out
I don't want to look out,
I don't want to bet out,
I don't want to help out,
I don't want to nod out
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
I don't want to knock you down,
I don't want to knock you down
But why am I still looking for a golden age?
You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
Why am I still looking for a golden age?
You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are spirits floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey
It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey