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
Come on
When a big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close, till the bullet gave his kiss
The world cried out, the rest is history
No one knows what's on his mind
Except him and his monkey, come on
Come on
You've got a right to know
You've got a right to know
You've got a right to know, yeah
You've got a right to believe
That there's something more to see
There's a man at a 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, yeah
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
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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
And 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, till the bullet gave his kiss
You've got a right to know, yeah
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
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
On a cool dark night, someone's coming down the street
With a smoking gun and a smile on his face
You've got a right to know, yeah
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 cold bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony