Monkey Riches - Animal Collective

Lately I need a better plan

I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands

Cause I have been a cerebral spouse

And my head wants to go into the emerald house

And I want to look out, I don’t want to bail out

And I want to help out, I don’t want to nod out

I don’t want to knock you down

But why am I still looking for a golden age?

You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage

Every time I look up at that blurry sun

All I think about are bodies floating up

Everybody ought to get that special glance

Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?

It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song

Does this not occur to almost everyone?

I make a monkey wrench

I make a monkey rich

Lately I want to be in my heart

But where exactly is my heart and where does it start?

I don’t want that Tylenol

Can I sing and make change without crushing clams?

I can help the little things but I have big plans

I don’t want that Tylenol

I make a monkey wrench

I make a monkey rich