You want monkeysEat our spirits aliveThe waiter’s set the tableAnd your main course will shortly arriveMoving through a grey aisleOnly dim lightIn your monochrome worldYou must be craving such a colourful delightGive me back my daysGive me back my nightsThey’re not in your contractual rightsGive me back my daysGive me back my nightsSo we act like monkeysHappy to complyWith the pointless rules you made upUntil we find our way outGive me back my daysGive me back my nightsThey’re not in your contractual rightsGive me back my daysGive me back my nightsThe difference now isThe choice is mine to makeTo give my nights to whom I wantAnd know when I want to awakeI came to thank youWith my head held high and sayICallItA dayAnd I’m taking back my daysTaking back my nights‘Cause they’re not in your contractual rightsTaking back my daysTaking back my nights