Stitch queen needler riding on the machines
Shes been seen stealing at the back of the scene
Ignore the bad actors cos the script is a bitch
Which hints at the bit where we all gotta quit
A guy with no scruples and dilated pupils
Barks at the poodles and sings mott the hoople
The alleyway echoes and scares off the geckos
Drinking their prosecco in the snakeskin stilhettos
Did the mountain get too high
Did the streets disappear
And all thats left to do is the monkeybird
Butterfly collar popper leans on a rail
And hails down a taxi cos theirs heat on his tail
Streetwise high fives watch play with knives guys
Slips and he bleeds whilst checking the time
Stone heavy eyelids look at what the night did
Something aint right kid boys are gonna fight
I've gotta lose the blues whos paying your dues
Can't cook dinner but I shined my shoes
Did the mountain get too high
Did the streets disappear
And all thats left to do is the monkeybird
Did the mountain get too high
Did the streets disappear
And all thats left to do is the monkeybird