Gorillaz
Текст песни Fire Coming Out of a Monkey’s Head

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 out 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, 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 first,
It grew into castrophany
So immense
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.

O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?