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 a 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 favor'
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 box
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 tongue
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
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 no monkey
on my back
Monkey business
monkey business
Monkey business
monkey on my back
Monkey