Monster Monkeys
Hey, Mr. Mojo with your mop-top hair
And your eyes so greedy
With that half-lidded staring
At that hip-cocked lipstick world
Where nobody cares
It's a long way down
Though I can take you there
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Get out your laptop
Let's go Google Map scrolling
Gonna get me some streetmap
Going downtown strolling
Gonna scratch hard
For an answer in vain
Written on the tattoos
In that overground train
(Do you want me, babe?) (Yeah I do, yeah I do)
(Do you want me, babe?) (Mmh)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Black night in this part of town
You can feed your nightmares
Put your arms around them
Better shake your moneymaker
Gotta pay your rounds
Shake that moneymaker
'Til that last trumpet sounds
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Seven days I wandered
With vomit on my soul
There was blood on the pillows
Cancer in my bones
There was lightning in my headspace
Darkness in my veins
There were monster monsoon monkeys
They were suckin' on my brains
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
And your eyes so greedy
With that half-lidded staring
At that hip-cocked lipstick world
Where nobody cares
It's a long way down
Though I can take you there
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Get out your laptop
Let's go Google Map scrolling
Gonna get me some streetmap
Going downtown strolling
Gonna scratch hard
For an answer in vain
Written on the tattoos
In that overground train
(Do you want me, babe?) (Yeah I do, yeah I do)
(Do you want me, babe?) (Mmh)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Black night in this part of town
You can feed your nightmares
Put your arms around them
Better shake your moneymaker
Gotta pay your rounds
Shake that moneymaker
'Til that last trumpet sounds
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
Seven days I wandered
With vomit on my soul
There was blood on the pillows
Cancer in my bones
There was lightning in my headspace
Darkness in my veins
There were monster monsoon monkeys
They were suckin' on my brains
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Don't you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
(Do you want me, babe?)
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Geldof, Pete Briquette
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- There's No Tomorrow Like Today (The Legend Mix) - Single
- Citizens of Boomtown (Deluxe)
- Out the Back of Boomtown - EP
- Out the Back of Boomtown
- Here's a Postcard (Hot Mix) - Single
- There's No Tomorrow Like Today - Single
- There's No Tomorrow Like Today
- Citizens of Boomtown
- Trash Glam Baby
- Live Rats 2013 at the London Roundhouse
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