Fire Coming Out of a Monkey's Head

Once upon a time at the foot of a great¹ mountain
There was a town where the people known as Happy folk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great¹ clouds
Here they played out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excess
And violence that was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with the spirit
Of the mountain called Monkey was enough
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark
Glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes
The Happy folk were blind

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead
The dance of the dead

In time, Strangefolk found their way
Into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the
Caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place
Where All Good Souls Come to Rest
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels
In these caves above all things
And soon they began to mine the mountain
Its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, down in the town
The Happy folk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures
Digging away at their souls
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear
Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that
Chilled the very soul of the monkey
For the first time, the Happy folk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the Monkey would
Soon stir from its deep sleep
And then came a sound. Distant first
It grew into castrophany so immense
It could be heard far away in space
There were no screams. There was no time
The mountain called Monkey had spoken
There was only fire
And then, nothing

O little town in USA, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?

¹ In the Demon Days album released in Japan, the lyrics pamphlet states the word "shit"