Monster Monkeys

(альбом: Citizens Of Boomtown - 2020)

Hey, Mr. Mojo
With your mop-top hair
And your eyes so greedy
With that half-lidded staring
At that hip-cocked lipstuck world
Where nobody cares
It's a long way down
But I can take you there

Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?

Get out your laptop
Let's go Google Map scrolling
Gonna get me some streetmap
Going downtown strolling
Gonna scratch hard
For an answer in vain
Written on the tattoos
On that overground train

Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?

Black night
In this part of town
You can feed your nightmares
Put your arms around
Better shake your moneymaker
Gotta pay your rounds
Gotta shake your moneymaker
'Til that last trumpet sounds

Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?

Seven days I wandered
With vomit on my soul
There was blood on the pillows
Cancer in my bones
There was lightning in my headspace
Darkness in my veins
There were monster monsoon monkeys
They were sucking on my brains

Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
Don't you want me, babe?
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