The Monkey Trade Lyrics

Well the party was pumping and the music was cool

And people were kicking all round the room

Kids were screaming everybody was slain

The beat was burning in my brain

Then I stepped out

In the cold air the night was black

I could feel the mood run up my back

In my head a vision of red

In my mind I was blind

Then I stepped in

She said don't get nothing

Oh no don't get anything

Won't get paid

In the monkey trade

Fever was running round the joint

Things were turning to the point

Cards were sharp and hearts aflame

Heard a lark right in my brain

Then I stepped out

On the step in the chill night air

A bottle of jack delayed my fear

Heard a voice in my head

Had no choice thought I was dead

Then I stepped in

It said don't get nothing

Oh no no nothing

Don't get laid

In the monkey trade