Ready For the Monkeyhouse lyrics

Your face is like the moment when the sexist hero traps the slippy villain with the weasel face You don't have to speak - your expression is the truth that your words don't say and the truth won't go away In many dark corners I have asked myself about this; did you do it out of malice Did you fall or were you kissed ? Would you ask your friend with the cowboy jacket and the boots up to his knee would he shut his mouth for me ? I've heard just enough all I want to hear about pipes and drums and how little time it takes the klutz to come The golden gift of silence is I don't have to hear him speak So would you get him out yourself before I put you both back in the street Now the story shifts and we see a young man standing in the wings too old before his time Collecting grey hairs, he's proud and he's scared and he says he doesn't care - how can he be so blind ? So how did you corrupt him ? You must have got him where it counts Now he's so numb he's ready to freeze and I'm ready for the Monkeyhouse !