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If you're looking for the gloryYou think that you might findIn a bullet-riddled stolen carOn a back road in the pinesIf it's round just like a medalOr a tired old man of warOr hidden like that Burma StarIn my dad's bottom drawer[Chorus]Look at you in your monkey suitDriving south, nothing left to proveYou come back here in your cowboy bootsDressed to kill in your monkey suitEvery pose you strike, every frame they shootShows you dressed to kill in your monkey suitBuild your ladder to the moonBeat on that sacred drumTrample on the hands of thoseThat cling to every rungEvery seed you crush beneathLike stone ground in a millYou never drew a decent breathBut you're just dressed to killLetras de canciones[Chorus: x2]Every pose you strike, every frame they shootShows you dressed to kill in your monkey suitMonkey suitMonkey suitMonkey suit From Letras Mania