Got a job
Bought a car for a thousand down
And a piece of my soul
And nothing, no one, ever gets me going
Trade time to stay alive but
Now I see that I'm barely fogging the mirror
And it's so clear
I'm only growing older
Too fast, too slow
Got about a hundred million to burn
But no one, zero, another placebo
There I go, fade away
Can't die without a reason to stay
I'm a monkey in the middle
A monkey in the middle
Got class, got style
But I got about a hundred and seventy million
Inches of growing to get back home
Got a house, got a wife
I got a harem in the middle of the night
When I want to
And believe me, how I need to
Too fast, too slow
Got about a hundred million to burn
But no one, zero, another placebo
There I go, fade away
Can't die without a reason to stay
I'm a monkey in the middle
I'm a monkey in the middle