Placebo - Space Monkey Lyrics
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Space Monkey
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What Are The Lyrics For Space Monkey By Placebo?
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 Sheâ??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 Sheâ??s born to mesmer Beside I stride her I die inside her Its far to sacred Donâ??t ever fake it And donâ??t donâ??t donâ??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 Sheâ??s born to mesmer Beside I stride her I die inside her Its far to sacred Donâ??t ever fake it And donâ??t donâ??t don't let me down Like you let me down before Like you let me down before Like you let me down before Like you let me down before |
Who Wrote Space Monkey By Placebo?
Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Hewitt
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