D  D  D  D


[Verse 1]
          D
If you're looking for the glory
    D
You think that you might find
     A
In a bullet-riddled stolen car
                      D
On a back road in the pines
        D
If it's round just like a medal
     D
On a tired old man of war
   A
Or hidden like that Burma Star
                   D
In my dad's bottom drawer


[Chorus]
G
 Look at you in your monkey suit
G
 Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
 You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
 Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
          G              N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill   in your monkey suit


[Interlude]
D  D


[Verse 2]
           D
Build your ladder to the moon
     D
Beat on that sacred drum
        A
Trample on the hands of those
                    D
That cling to every rung
      D
Every seed you crush beneath
     D
Like stone ground in a mill
    A
You never drew a decent breath
                           D
But you're just dressed to kill


[Chorus]
G
 Look at you in your monkey suit
G
 Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
 You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
 Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
          G              N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill   in your monkey suit


[Interlude]
D  D  D  D
A  D  D  D
A  D


[Chorus]
G
 Look at you in your monkey suit
G
 Driving south, nothing left to prove
D
 You come back here in your cowboy boots
D
Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
          G              N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill   in your monkey suit


[Interlude]
D  D  G  G   x2
D  D


[Tag]
A
Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
          G              N.C.
Shows you dressed to kill   in your monkey suit
       D
Monkey suit
       D
Monkey suit
       D
Monkey suit