The monkeys

The monkeys had something that allowed them to cling to a god. But the monkeys didn’t understand a thing. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’ve got nothing. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad. They’re mad.