Three Wise Monkeys

Three Wise Monkeys Watching you in the grand salon, flirting with the guard Strolling past the Empire clock and into the garden yard Polished furniture, the smell of leather bags You’ve turned my soul into a country flying different flags Without you, I’ve been watching a coast that never clears Avoiding spotlights that illuminate my years Drinking until dawn was how we put icing on the cake Back when we played loud music and talked on the fire excape Avenge, avenge, (Bm)my fate must be avenged Life used to (Em)be my lover now (Bm) it’s just my friend Three wise monkeys used to know what to do when doubt was in the gutter, staining edges of my shoe You roam down the avenue, all legs on heels The sound of a lonely violin can’t describe how this feels My comrade, the shy waiter, who takes tips in foreign cash says love can get delicious when stripes no longer match Like broken soldiers, we are splintered with guilt Misled into battle until all the lies are spilt Give a magazine my story but please don’t use my name Cos’ I think there’s deeper levels hidden in the game