Punish the Monkey

They're driving long nails into coffins

You've been having sleepless nights

You've gone as quiet as a church mouse

And checking on your rights

The boss has hung you out to dry

And it looks as though

They'll punish the monkey

And let the organ grinder go

You've been talking to a lawyer

Are you going to to pretend

That you and your employer

Are still the best of friends?

Somebody's going to take the fall

There's your quid pro quo

They'll punish the monkey

And let the organ grinder go

Here comes a policeman

He won't be sidetracked

He's asking about a smoking gun

He's after the facts

It's a quiet life from here on in

You've dropped your poison cup

The telephone is ringing

But you're not picking up

Time's up, Sir Lord Flunkey

And everybody knows

They'll punish the monkey

And let the organ grinder go