Up on high in the monkey tree
Lives a tribe of ape called Humanity
Who, in this chapter of history
Believe they’re God’s gift to reality

When they were few and far between
When earth was new and soft and green
Before they held sway over everyone’s fate
They were just so-so, not really that great

They rule the roost now
They own the show
They’ve got it all now
They don’t care
And they don’t know
From high on up
In the monkey tree
They proclaim to the world
It's their destiny
High on up
In the monkey tree
High on up
In the monkey tree

Now birds are very territorial
And males are resplendently sartorial
The forest floor is for crawly things
Spidery little legs with buzzy little wings

But
Deep in the roots of the monkey tree
The sins of this world live in memory
Of the fungus folk and their progeny
Of the world as it was and will one day be

They rule the roost now
They own the show
They’ve got it all now
They don’t care
And they don’t know
From high on up
In the monkey tree
They proclaim to the world
It's their destiny
High on up
In the monkey tree
High on up
In the monkey tree


Monkey Tree

Philip Cody