Monkey See, Monkey Do

"I've always called Johnny
My little, baby monkey
Boy," she said
A cigarette in her hand
But Johnny boy's
Gotta grow up some day
He's been consumed
By the smoke
And the haze in her eyes
The denial
But now the prize
Is in clear view

He can see
He can see
With his own eyes
His own ears
Are ready to listen
To the truth
About how his learned ways
And all the dirty, stomach-turning days
We're just a lie

The little boy
With the fate in his hands
Didn't know what to do
How could he know what to do?
But now turning tables
And flipping wet leaves
Are what makes him able
To strike in and strike out
With confidence
With love in his heart
Neglecting the hate
He learned in those days
When the sun would set
Before it shined
Long before he made his way
Eons before the sign
Glowed with neon wonder
But now he's ready to go
Boots strapped tight
Hands around his own mind
He knows the difference
Can see between the lines
And now
Now, now
He's tripped the final mine
Blown into oblivion
With warmth and laughter