Lyrics of Monkey business (edited version)

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 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, 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

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 no monkey on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
The hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey
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
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