Oingo Boingo: 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