Space monkey in the place to be
Lying in a rocket to a planet of sound
Shooting the man, playing dominoes and drag
An increasing population of 100 percent
Space monkey in the place to be
With a chemical appeal and a picture of Mary
Out on a limb in the carnival of me
Raising the temperature 100 degrees

We're sewn together
She's born to Mesmer
Beside I stride her
I die inside her

Space monkey in the place to be
A mass of contradictions in a golden frame
Raising the roof in a calamity way
Completely meretricious of a poke in the eye
Space monkey in the place to be
Talk of the town with a Columbian walk
Out on a limb in the carnival of me
Raising the temperature 100 degrees

We're sewn together
She's born to Mesmer
Beside I stride her
I die inside her
Its far to sacred
Don't ever fake it
And don't don't don't let me down

Like you let me down before
Like you let me down before

Space monkey in the place to be
With some free association and a hole in her head
Out on a limb in the carnival of me
Raising the temperature 100 degrees

We're sewn together
She's born to Mesmer
Beside I stride her
I die inside her
Its far to sacred
Don't ever fake it
And don't don't don't let me down

Like you let me down before [Repeats]


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Space Monkey Lyrics as written by Stefan Olsdal Brian Molko

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    General CommentLTD's is the only comment that really seems to go the heart of this (though I can see how people would be thinking "sex!")...I've seen the song described as "Molko's brooding vocals strike to knock down the celebrity pedestal that creates a false human image" (courtesy of All Music Guide).

    The song serves as a great indictment of the attitude of some of the less rational (or simply more selfish?) fans that Molko is only acceptable and not selling out when trannied to infinity (regardless of, say, whether he _feels_ like it that day or month or year), putting the rock persona and indie caricature at greater priority than the actual person or his music. It's no wonder they did that photoset of bludgeoned Nancy Boy...we should all be so fierce ly honest when it comes to defense of self and autonomy.
    Rachel Summerson July 05, 2007   Link

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