E                                    B
In a distant street a distant beat Repeats machine gun like
In a forest grows a sweet fruit Filled with poison
In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames High above us
In an office blind machines blink out data In a rush
 
   C#m        G#m       A                           B
Whatever they say they say It isn't true what they say
   C#m      G#m          A                                    B
It didn't come from the gays The blacks the Haitians or the whores or
 
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          E       A       B                E         A      B                                
 Green monkeys  ya ya ya yah   Or green monkeys    ya ya ya yah 
 
Instrumental (then) REPEAT CHORUS (and fade)