text: Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain
  There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived
  Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
  Obscured as it was by great 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 Happyfolk were blind
  Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
  Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
  Jump back 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, the 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 Happyfolk 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 Happyfolk felt fearful
  For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep
  And then came a sound, distant at first, it grew into castrophany
  So immense that 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
  Oh, little town in the USA, your time has come to see
  Theres nothing you believe you want
  But where were you when it all came down on me?
  Did you call me? No