E D A EE D Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cashA E They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hashE D To an undercover cop who had a sister named JanA E For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey ManE D Tweeter was a Boy Scout, 'course he went to Viet NamA E Found out the hard way nobody gives a damnE D Thought that they'd find freedom just across the Jersey lineA E Hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99 When the walls came downD All the way to hellA Never saw them when they standinE Never saw them when they fellE D The undercover cop, he never liked the Monkey ManA E Even back in high school, wanted to see him in the canE D Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named BillA E Made secret plans with the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hillContinúa después del anuncioD It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheelA E Pulled into paradise, you could hear the tires squealD It was Jan who'd told him many times "It was you to me who'd taught:A E In Kingston everything's legal as long as you don't get caught" When the walls came downD All the way to hellA Never saw them when they standinE Never saw them when they fellE D Some place by Riway prison they ran out of gasA E The undercover cop cornered 'em, said "You didn't think that this could last"E D Jan jumped up out of bed said "There's some place I gotta go"A E She took the gun out of the drawer, and said "It's best that you don't know"E D An ambulance rolled up, State Trooper close behindA E Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mindE D The undercover cop was found face down in a fieldA E The Monkey Man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield When the walls came downD All the way to hellA Never saw them when they standinE Never saw them when they fellE D The town of Jersey City is quieting down againA E I'm sitting in a gambling club called The Lion's DenE D The TV set is blown up, every bit of it is goneA E Ever since the night when they showed that the Monkey Man was onE D Maybe I'll go to Florida, get myself some sunA E There ain't no more opportunity here and everything's been doneE D Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of JanA E Sometimes I don't think about nothin' but the Monkey Man When the walls came downD All the way to hellA Never saw them when they standinE Never saw them when they fellE A G E A GE A G E A G
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