Lyrics Elton John – Monkey Suit
Text:
If you’re looking for the glory
You think that you might find
In a bullet-riddled stolen car
On a back road in the pines
On a tired old man of war
Or hidden like that Burma Star
In my dad’s bottom drawer
Look at you in your monkey suit
Driving south, nothing left to prove
You come back here in your cowboy boots
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Build your ladder to the moon
Beat on that sacred drum
Trample on the hands of those
That cling to every rung
Every seed you crush beneath
Like stone ground in a mill
You never drew a decent breath
But you’re just dressed to kill
Look at you in your monkey suit
Driving south, nothing left to prove
You come back here in your cowboy boots
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Look at you in your monkey suit
Driving south, nothing left to prove
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
Album
Elton John – Elton John - The Union
