Monkey business (edited version) Lyrics

Monkey business (edited version) Lyrics

Outside my window there´s a

Whole lot of trouble comin´

The cartoon killers and the

Rag cover clones

Stack heels kickin´ rhythm

Of social circumcision

Can´t close the closet on

Shoe box full of bones


Kangaroo lady with her bourbon

in a pouch

Can´t afford the rental on

a bamboo couch

Collecting back her favors ´cause her

well is running dry

I know her act is terminal,

But she ain´t gonna die


Slim intoxicado drinkin´ dime

store hooch

Is always in a circle with his

part-time pooch

Little creepy´s playing dollies in the

New York rain

Thinkin´ Bowie´s just a knife

Ooh the pain


I ain´t seen the sun since I don´t

know when

The freaks come out at nine

And it´s twenty to ten

What´s this funk

That you call junk

To me it´s just monkey business


Blind man in the vox that will

probably die

The village kids laugh as they walk by

A psycho is on the edge of this human

garbage dump

And the vultures in the sewers

are telling

Him to jump


Into the fire from the frying pan

Tripping on his tounge

For a cool place to stand

Where´s this shade

That you´ve got it made

To me it´s just monkey business


Monkey business

Slippin´ on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain´t your business if I got

No monkey on my back


Monkey business

Slippin´ on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain´t your business

If I got

Monkey´s on my back


The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls

Dressed to the society

Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis

Can´t get you by that monkey