Punish The Monkey
They're driving long nails into coffinsYou've been having sleepless nightsYou've gone as quiet as a church mouseAnd checking on your rightsThe boss has hung you out to dryAnd it looks as thoughThey'll punish the monkeyAnd let the organ grinder go
You've been talking to a lawyerAre you going to to pretendThat you and your employerAre still the best of friends?Somebody's going to take the fallThere's your quid pro quoThey'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyAnd let the organ grinder go
Here comes a policemanHe won't be sidetrackedHe's asking about a smoking gunHe's after the facts
It's a quiet life from here on inYou've dropped your poison cupThe telephone is ringingBut you're not picking upTime's up, Sir Lord FlunkeyAnd everybody knowsThey'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyAnd let the organ grinder go
They'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyThey'll punish the monkeyAnd let the organ grinder go