Willard!

(Where your nightmares end) You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend I'm not the type to step on ants I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps More for the plights of mice than men See, I myself have been stepped on so many times It's started to feel like my place I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky Is there room for me in your cage? Animals are people too, but these people are animals Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can't survive alone And I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's Que sera sera's, what a crock, I mean big talk for a chimpanzee You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out It's awful out here, Socrates I've never understood what humans do and want It's quite confusing to me to try to connect Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours Chew through their garage doors, these carnivores will no more use my heart They'll call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me Maybe they just need more friendship like yours So gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box, look through the one-way mirror If you can see in shades of gray, the colors are much clearer Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me, let's go and make more enemies Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder Sure you'll see my point of view, I'd bring you with me To the office in my pocket, but the world would put us down Lock me up and toss the key You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out It's dangerous out here, Socrates It's lonely out here, Socrates (Tear 'em up!) (No, Willard! Willard, no!)