McQueen Street

White Junk Monkey

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Take a ride on the south side of town
I've got my feet running, gun in my hand
There's a full moon burning with a heart screaming out
Through the eyes of a beggar man
They're shooting up and they're hanging pretty high
They think they're having the same old party
Do it all and forget it in a minute
But the catch is they're living a lie
I know that White Junk Monkey wants you, yes he do

Pretty boy in the heart of the city
Got his brain fried up in the sky
Sister Mother Mary tries to pray for a minute
But the medics say his gonna die

You take a chance when you live for the minute
Hey mister, talking to you
When bad karma's pumping from Heaven to Hell
You know there's nothing more that you can do

So if you play when there's blood on the money
You'll feel it burning in your eyes
Go all night until the roof falls in
The ride on the funky monkey is killing you

I know that White Junk Monkey wants you, yes he do
The White Junk Monkey kills you, that's right

Alabama shit kicking son of a bitch
I've got the devil for a brother and my mom is a witch
I've got ten-inch heels and a bottle full of vengeance
I don't need money but I'll kill for independence
Never got to worry about the shape I'm in
If Johnny Law is coming I'm dust in the wind

I never play when there's blood on the money
I feel it burning in my eyes
Go all night until the roof falls in
The ride on the funky monkey is killing you

I know that White Junk Monkey wants you, yes he do
The White Junk Monkey kills you

I've been on the floor and I've been on the line
White Junk Monkey is a fatal crime
White Junk Monkey, White Junk Monkey
I dug in my soul at the turn of the tides
I'm never going back to the life in the fire
White Junk Monkey, White Junk Monkey
White Junk, taking you down