Текст песни Headstones - Tweeter And The Monkey Man
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(Traveling Wilburys)Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cashThey stayed up all night selling cocaine and hashTo an undercover cop who had a sister named JanFor reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey ManTweeter was a Boy Scout, `course he went to Viet NamFound out the hard way nobody gives a damnThought that they`d find freedom just across the Jersey lineHopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they standinNever saw them when they fellThe undercover cop, he never liked the Monkey ManEven back in high school, wanted to see him in the canJan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named BillMade secret plans with the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hillIt was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheelPulled into paradise, you could hear the tires squealIt was Jan who`d told him many times "It was you to me who`d taught:In Kingston everything`s legal as long as you don`t get caught"And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they standinNever saw them when they fellSome place by Riway prison they ran out of gasThe undercover cop cornered `em, said "You didn`t think that this could last"Jan jumped up out of bed said "There`s some place I gotta go"She took the gun out of the drawer, and said "It`s best that you don`t know"An ambulance rolled up, State Trooper close behindTweeter took his gun away and messed up his mindThe undercover cop was found face down in a fieldThe Monkey Man was on the bridge using Tweeter as a shieldAnd the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they standinNever saw them when they fellThe town of Jersey City is quieting down againI`m sitting in a gambling club called The Lion`s DenThe TV set is blown up, every bit of it is goneEver since the night when they showed that the Monkey Man was onMaybe I`ll go to Florida, get myself some sunThere ain`t no more opportunity here and everythings been doneSometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of JanSometimes I don`t think about nothin` but the Monkey ManAnd the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they standinNever saw them when they fell