Harry Harlow and the Monkeys of Despair by Showbread


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Harry Harlow and the Monkeys of Despair
by Showbread

Album: Showbread Is Showdead
by Showbread


Dr. Harlow, behold the hooks
And hear the cows all screaming
Staccato bray
All drained and flayed
And somehow sounds like singing
You spool the tape deck
You're the conductor
A symphony of broken bovine

We like to have tea
With a doctor like he
And it always tastes so fine

Some we love
Some we hate
Some we eat

Walk into the office every day
To the tune of a screeching baboon
Baby monkeys down there
A pit of despair
Suffer the crawling gloom

And I draw the chalk line
So I can sleep fine
To a symphony of suffering and doom

I cut my teeth on weaker things
That can't fathom the hell that they're in
Their jittery eyes act as a disguise
But there is no nephesh within
A dog or cat, we all balk at that
But it's saccharin sentiment sappy
Rape, violate, kill, masticate
Cause it makes us so fat and so happy


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