Lyric Right to Know
On a cool dark night someone s coming down the street
With a smoking gun and a smile on his face
For all to see, the rest is history
But no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .
When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
Til the bullet gave his kiss
The world cried out loud, the rest is history
And no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
There s a man at the desk who is talking real soft
To a half dozen guys but not a word is lost
The men depart they all know what to do
With a rifle aiming through a clearing in a bush
So close, so close, but no one thinks to look
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
On a phone connection on the other side of town
Sits a man with a pencil who doesn t make a sound
He nods his head, the rest is history
But no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on, come on
When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
Til the bullet gave his kiss
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
On a cool dark night someone s coming down the street . . .
With a smoking gun and a smile on his face
For all to see, the rest is history
But no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .
When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
Til the bullet gave his kiss
The world cried out loud, the rest is history
And no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
There s a man at the desk who is talking real soft
To a half dozen guys but not a word is lost
The men depart they all know what to do
With a rifle aiming through a clearing in a bush
So close, so close, but no one thinks to look
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
On a phone connection on the other side of town
Sits a man with a pencil who doesn t make a sound
He nods his head, the rest is history
But no one knows what s on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on, come on
When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
Til the bullet gave his kiss
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to know
You ve got a right to believe that there s something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
On a cool dark night someone s coming down the street . . .
