Something in your monkey

Something must have happened
It's likely to have changed
and on the cars you see ahead,
shooting you in the air
and up to your room
taking it and never giving in



Remember when you turned me down,
And now you want to try
Remember when you did it again,
That you used to cry

Something must have happened
It's likely to have changed
It's a guarded placement
ammunition train
So holed up in your room
Taking it and never giving in