Patti Smith

Blood on the t.v., ten oclock news.
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
Beatin and beatin so outta time.
Whats the mad matter with the church chimes?
Here comes a stranger up on ninth avenue.
Leanin green tower, indiscreet view.
Over the cloud, over the bridge,
Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
Space monkey. sign of the time-time
Space monkey, so outta line-line.
Space monkey, sort of divine.
And hes mine, mine, all mine.
Pierre clementi, snot full o cocaine.
The sexual streets, why its all so insane.
Humans are running, lavender room.
Hoverin liquid, move over moon for my
Space monkey. sign of the time-time
Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
Space monkey, so out of line and hes mine, mine, oh hes mine
(spoken)
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty polaroid.
It starts crumbling in his hands.