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A chimp in boy gent sailed around to make it right His name his voice White legs shooting out across your head Greased palms stand up tall Well you call Give me your hand I'm naked were you naked Tear it all apart I'm sleeping are you asleep there C'mon stand it all up His fists fastened to his hips, daring me You're hung up in it, you're hung up on it You're hung up on hurting His fists fastened to his hips Feel you now empty stomach and blacked out head Hey ambulance use your hands for balance Hey ambulance balance on your hands I'm naked were you naked Tear it all apart I'm sleeping are you asleep there C'mon you're kneeling You're always shouting out back His fists fastened to his hips, daring me You're hung up in it, you're hung up on it You're hung up on hurting His fists fastened to his hips From Letras Mania