Lyrics:

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 the big man fell
With a secret on his lips
So close, so close
Till the bullet gave his kiss
The world cried out loud, the rest is history
And 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 the 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
Woah, woah, woah, woah

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
But 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
Woah, woah, woah, woah

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, woah-oh
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