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[Verse 1]
D
If you're looking for the glory
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You think that you might find
A
In a bullet-riddled stolen car
D
On a back road in the pines
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If it's round just like a medal
D
On a tired old man of war
A
Or hidden like that Burma Star
D
In my dad's bottom drawer
[Chorus]
G
Look at you in your monkey suit
G
Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
G N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
D
Build your ladder to the moon
D
Beat on that sacred drum
A
Trample on the hands of those
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That cling to every rung
D
Every seed you crush beneath
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Like stone ground in a mill
A
You never drew a decent breath
D
But you're just dressed to kill
[Chorus]
G
Look at you in your monkey suit
G
Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
G N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
[Interlude]
D D D D
A D D D
A D
[Chorus]
G
Look at you in your monkey suit
G
Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
G N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
[Interlude]
D D G G x2
D D
[Tag]
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
G N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
D
Monkey suit
D
Monkey suit
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Monkey suit
