Marilyn Manson - My Monkey lyrics

I had a little monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all

(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)

I had a little a monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

Poor little monkey

'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout'

(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever)

We are our own wicked gods

With little g's and big dicks

Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

I had a little a monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection

Of his own mind's dissonance