The Boomtown Rats — Monster Monkeys

Hey, Mr. Mojo with your mop-top hair And your eyes so greedy With that half-lidded staring At that hip-cocked lipstuck world Where nobody cares It's a long way down But I can take you there (Don't you want me, babe?) Get out your laptop Let's go Google Map scrolling Gonna get me some streetmap Going downtown strolling Gonna scratch hard For an answer in vain Written on the tattoos On that overground train (Don't you want me, babe?) Black night in this part of town You can feed your nightmares Put your arms around them Better shake your moneymaker Gotta pay your rounds Shake that moneymaker 'Til that last trumpet sounds (Don't you want me, babe?) Seven days I wandered With vomit on my soul There was blood on the pillows Cancer in my bones There was lightning in my headspace Darkness in my veins There were monster monsoon monkeys Suckin' on my brains (Don't you want me, babe?)