Skid Row

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Well, outside my window, there’s a whole lotta trouble comin’The cartoon killers and the rag cover clonesStack heels kickin’ rhythm of social circumcisionCan’t close the closet on a shoebox full of bonesCome on now

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouchCan’t afford the rental on a bamboo couchCollecting back her favors ’cause her well is running dryI know her act is terminal, but she ain’t gonna die, no

Slim intoxicado drinkin’ dime store hoochIs always in a circle with his part-time poochLittle creepy’s playing dollies in the New York rainThinkin’ Bowie’s just a knife

Whoa, the painI ain’t seen the sun since I don’t know whenThe freaks come out at nineAnd it’s 20 to ten

What’s this funkThat you call junk?To me, it’s just monkey businessGet back!

Blind man in a box and he’ll probably dieThe village kids laugh as they walk byA psycho is on the edge of a human garbage dumpAnd the vultures in the sewers are telling

Him to jumpInto the fire, from the frying panTripping on his tongueFor a cool place to stand

Where’s this shadeThat you’ve got it made?To me, it’s just 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 soulsDressed to the societyThe hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibisCan’t get you by that monkeyAh-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-monkey, monkey!

you can’t tell me(Monkey business) I got no business(Ain’t your business) no monkey on my backYeah-yeah! Cool!Monkey business, ness, businessDon’t give me no business, no, ay!

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