Lyrics:

How much money can a monkey make?
How much bullshit are you prepared to say?
You talk about soul when you mean ego
Although you never had none anyway

Yeah yeah yeah....you really don't care
Have a little faith in someone else for once man
It ain't easy not being a fake

Hell hell hell....you really don't care
This ain't an autopsy for the living free
Though saying one is due is fair....

Huddie, huddie, huddie
You make a good idea
I feel a little closer to you somehow man
The father away you seem

Yeah yeah yeah....they really don't care
They should have a little faith in someone else for once man
It ain't easy not being a fake

Hell hell hell….they really don't care
This ain't an autopsy for the living free
Though saying one is due is fair....

Nelson Algren, oh Céline
Robert Capa under a Spanish cannon catching ZZZ's
Jimi Hendrix, wired to a wreck of amps...
Would you have bothered having guts
If you knew that later on
The world was only gonna shit its pants?

Yeah yeah yeah....the spirit ain't there
They should have a little faith in someone else for once man
It ain't easy not being a fake

I said hell hell hell...the spirit ain't there
This ain't an autopsy for the living free
Though saying one is due is fair....