They´re driving long nails into coffins You´ve been having sleepless nights You´ve gone as quiet as a church mouse And checking on your rights
The boss has hung you out to dry And it looks as though They´ll punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go
You´ve been talking to a lawyer Are you going to to pretend That you and your employer Are still the best of friends? Somebody´s going to take the fall There´s your quid pro quo They´ll punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go
Here comes a policeman He won´t be sidetracked He´s asking about a smoking gun He´s after the facts
It´s a quiet life from here on in You´ve dropped your poison cup The telephone is ringing But you´re not picking up Time´s up, Sir Lord Flunkey And everybody knows They´ll punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go