you were talking to me and looking at a monkey   feeding a monkey fruit and bread   you know what:   everybody dies in august when no-one cries   or in someone's cruel cruel eyes   but we're not dead   i'd found a bug in the water jug   it lay numb on my thumb   i blew it away and let it play   on the floor at my door   you were talking to me and looking at a monkey   feeding a monkey fruit and bread   you know what:   everybody dies in august when no-one cries   or in someone's cruel cruel eyes   but we're not dead