Trou Macace Lyrics

Trou Macace

This is the story of the Trou Macacq
The pine box derby, the monkey
track
This is the story of the Trou Macacq
The pine box derby, the monkey
track

Not what I'd heard or saw on TV
But what I'd witnessed
entirely
Each bend in the road was in fact
Another curve on the monkey
track

Once upon a time we thought we were free
And had control over
destiny
We saw ourselves a competent band
Able to reason, prosper, and
plan
But we had chamber up in the moon
Circumstance made us change our
tune
When the veil was torn from our face
We became the monkeys riding
the race

Monkey!

You think you got the stuff it takes to break
away
Boy you'll be on the track every day
Talent, vigor, drive, we'll eat
peanut butter the rest of your life
Then these last things you can
arrange
Find other people, equally strange
Stuff yourselves in the van
and ride
The pine box derby to the finish line

I said Chris P. rides
on a serious plan
He's going to finish as fast as he can
The Escalator
takes it personally
And does not drive professionally
Charming
Enchantress and Bones can run 
Even if the windshield wipers are on
I the
Broadcaster avoid police
But the Bat was led into custody