text: If youre looking for the glory
  You think that you might find
  In a bullet-riddled stolen car
  On a back road in the pines
  If its round just like a medal
  On a tired old man of war
  Or hidden like that Burma Star
  In my dads bottom drawer
  Look at you in your monkey suit
  Driving south, nothing left to prove
  You come back here in your cowboy boots
  Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
  Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
  Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
  Build your ladder to the moon
  Beat on that sacred drum
  Trample on the hands of those
  That cling to every rung
  Every seed you crush beneath
  Like stone ground in a mill
  You never drew a decent breath
  But youre just dressed to kill