Monkeyshines

Down your tools you blunted fools.
Pull up a stool and hear what I've got to say.
You know your days are numbered and the boring boys
are made from all work and no play.
We can sleep when we're dead.
So come on my friends,
let us question our judgment in the morning.
We can sleep when we're dead.
No more assembly lines.
Let's aspire to monkeyshines.
Leave the business back at the grind
because the happy hours are yours and mine.
We can sleep when we're dead.
So come on my friends,
let us question our judgment in the morning.
We can sleep when we're dead.
Hijinks and mischief, if you please!
More jack-knifes and cannonballs...
More tequila and more last calls...
More buckling floors and shaking walls...
More bent rules and broken laws...



Credits
Writer(s): John Dow Iii
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