Ready For The Monkeyhouse

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 thought myself about this

Did you do it out of malice

Did you fall or were you kissed

Could you ask your friend in the cowboy jacket

And those 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 you speak

So would you take 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 gray hairs

He's proud and he's scared and he says "I don'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 you're ready for the monkey house

Ready for the monkey house

The monkey house but you won't take me