NCHA ROCKY

Outside my window theres a 
Whole lot of trouble comin 
The cartoon killers and the 
Rag cover clones 
Stack heels kickin rhythm 
Of social circumcision 
Cant close the closet on 
Shoe box full of bones 

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon 
in a pouch 
Cant afford the rental on 
a bamboo couch 
Collecting back her favors cause her 
well is running dry 
I know her act is terminal, 
But she aint gonna die 

Slim intoxicado drinkin dime 
store hooch 
Is always in a circle with his 
part-time pooch 
Little creepys playing dollies in the 
New York rain 
Thinkin Bowies just a knife 
Ooh the pain 

I aint seen the sun since I dont 
know when 
The freaks come out at nine 
And its twenty to ten 
Whats this funk 
That you call junk 
To me its just monkey business 

Blind man in the vox that will 
probably die 
The village kids laugh as they walk by 
A psycho is on the edge of this human 
garbage dump 
And the vultures in the sewers 
are telling 
Him to jump 

Into the fire from the frying pan 
Tripping on his tounge 
For a cool place to stand 
Wheres this shade 
That youve got it made 
To me its just monkey business 

Monkey business 
Slippin on the track 
Monkey business 
Jungle in black 
Aint your business if I got 
No monkey on my back 

Monkey business 
Slippin on the track 
Monkey business 
Jungle in black 
Aint your business 
If I got 
Monkeys on my back 

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls 
Dressed to the society 
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis 
Cant get you by that monkey  

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned-out town

Never played by the rules I never really cared
My nasty reputation takes me everywhere

I look and see it's not only me
So many others have stood where I stand
We are the young so raise your hands

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild

Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be
Getcha a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me

I said "Hey man, there's something that you oughta know.
I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row."

I look and see it's not only me
We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt
We are the young, so shout it out

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild
We are the youth gone wild