Right To Know - Oingo Boingo

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 . . . 

When the big man fell with a secret on his lips 
So close, so close 
'Til 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 . . . 

You've got a right to know 
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 

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 
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 

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 
'Til the bullet gave his kiss 

You've got a right to know 
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 

On a cool dark night someone's coming down the street . . .