Dal profondo degli anni '90 e dal profondo del cuore un grosso 'fanculo a questa vita di merda con un grande pezzo degli SKID ROW!!!Oggi quà a Radio Prufrock siamo un tantino incazzati.
[Bolan, Snake]Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin'The cartoon killers and the rag cover clonesStack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcisionCan't close the closet on shoe box full of bonesKangaroo 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 dieSlim 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 knifeOoh the painI ain't seen the sun since I don't know whenThe freaks come out at nineAnd it's twenty to tenWhat's this funk that you call junkTo me it's just monkey businessBlind man in the vox that will probably dieThe village kids laugh as they walk byA psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dumpAnd the vultures in the sewers are tellingHim to jump Into the fire from the frying panTripping on his toungeFor a cool place to standWhere's this shade that you've got it madeTo me it's just monkey businessMonkey businessSlippin' on the trackMonkey businessJungle in blackAin't your business if I gotNo monkey on my backMonkey businessSlippin' on the trackMonkey businessJungle in blackAin't your businessIf I got monkey's on my backThe vaseline gypsies and silicone soulsDressed to the societyHypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibisCan't get you by that monkey