Right To Know

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 . . .