Gorillaz
"Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head"


Once upon a time at the foot of a shit 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 shit 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, Strangefolk found their way into the high 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
them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon
the Monkey would soon 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?