Outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heals 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 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 on 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
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Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got no monkey on my back
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The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey
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