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 clutz 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 grey 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


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