Sorry Monkeys

Here is a soul that has never wandered inland
Or flippin' about looking for the fruit that's in trees
Never the life that I would inflict on Bunny Mouse
As he is stuck in the glass with a cleaver in his brain

I always thought that the rabbits living in fields
Suffered too much when they return for a weasel meal
And we sing, "Hell for all"
As we don't know what we're doing to them
The rabbit families tortured to their graves
You know, oh

Sorry for the massive space program
For the chemical sea
Sorry as the Sunbridge Newtown
I'm guilty as I'll ever be

Down by a lake in a country that I don't know
Somebody says they turn monkeys into boys
Unruhe, oh

The casual choir comes down the street
Pardon their tone 'cause I'm home
But it's alright, they sing their tune
And then it is alright
They sing their song so merry
It's hard to feel for what they give
Then they get out, they sing their song
And then it is alright

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo