The green florescent monkey’s tail
Swings back towards the fairly tale
Lying in the solemn ground
Of Love
The sacreds shades and black and white
Dying to come out at night
Sings out to the alter
Of greed
Bombs will fall and souls will crawl
Until they find the atom tall
Begging for the vibrant
Of Peace
Singing angels turn there heads
the war cry spirals in there cozy beds
Pour the faithful children into
The deep
Aaah
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahh
When theres thunder in your ear
The melancholy dogs will steer
Propaganda warfare has one
But if you listen to the sound
The cosmic brownies will be found
And they will show you all the crown
Of Love
Tender warm shades of love
Calling to the stars above
The temple of the gods are there
Filling in the frozen stare
when the mandkind ever care
Singing angels turn there heads
When the war cry spirals in beds
Pour the faithful children into
The deep
Aaah
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahh