Ready for the Monkeyhouse Songtext

von The Waterboys

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 asked myself about this;
Did you do it out of malice
Did you fall or were you kissed ?

Would you ask your friend
With the cowboy jacket and the 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 him speak
So would you get 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 he doesn'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 I'm ready for the Monkeyhouse !

Edinburgh 1981

On "A Girl Called Johnny" 12" single