Outside my window there
Whole lot of trouble comin?the cartoon k**ers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin?rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can
Shoe box full of bones
Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
In a pouch
Can
A bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors
Well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ain
Slim intoxicado drinkin?dime
Store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
Part-time pooch
Little creepy
New york rain
Thinkin?bowie
Ooh the pain
I ain
Know when
The freaks come out at nine
And it
What
That you call junk
To me it
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
That you
To me it
Monkey business
Slippin?on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain
No monkey on my back
Monkey business
Slippin?on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain
If i got
Monkey
The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can