Interpret:

100 Monkeys

Album:

Creative Control Live

Gus was waiting in a gold room
With a fancy chandelier 
All the ladies they were lined up 
By the blood red Belvedere
Sweat beads on his forehead
In the crisp Autumn air 
All the ladies they had gathered 
Old Gus knew his time was near 


Gus was waiting in a gold room 
With a fancy chandelier 
All the ladies draped with diamonds 
Smoke rose from a table in the rear 
The bar was made of cold, cold stone 
Behind it stood a foreign man 
All the liquor had been drunk up


By those monkeys in the band 


Gus was waiting in a gold room 
With a fancy chandelier 
All the people they had gathered 
His hand was trembling with fear 
Ivory dice lands on clean, green felt 
When his cheek is taken back
Watch the loser as he rises from his chair 
And he heads for the subway track 
Money has been known to break it's men 
And it pays to see the cracks 
But sometimes it has to end like this 
With everybody dressed in black