Il testo della Fire coming out of the monkey's head

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as happyfolk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great clouds

Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany
Of excess and violence that was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain
Called monkey was enough

Then one day strangefolk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses
But no one noticed them, they only saw shadows
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the happyfolk were blind

Fallin' out of aeroplanes and hidin' out in holes
Waitin' for the sunset to come, people goin' home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody is dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead

In time, the strangefolk found their way
Into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found
The caves of unimaginable sincerity and giving

By chance, they stumbled upon the place
Where all good souls come to rest
The strangefolk, they coveted the jewels
In these caves above all things

And soon they began to mine the mountain
It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world

Meanwhile, down in the town, the happyfolk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures
Digging away at their souls
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain

Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the strangefolk, mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
That chilled the very soul of the monkey

For the first time, the happyfolk felt fearful for
They knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep
Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany
So immense it could be heard far away in space

There were no screams, there was no time
The mountain called monkey had spoken
It was only fire
And then, nothing

Oh little town in u.s.a., the time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me, no?