Monkey Business

Monkey Business
Well, 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
Oh 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 (get back)
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 no monkey on my back
The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey, m-m-monkey, 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) you can't tell me (monkey business) I got the business
(Ain't your business) no monkey on my back, yeah, yeah, cool
Monkey business, ness, business
Don't get me no business, oh aay
Fuera de mi ventana, se acerca una gran cantidad de problemas. Los asesinos de caricaturas y los clones de portada rasgada bailan con energía desbordante. El tacón alto golpea el ritmo de la circuncisión social, mientras no se puede cerrar el armario que guarda una caja llena de huesos...