Marilyn Manson – My Monkey

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 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 be forever)

We are out own wicked gods

With little “g’s” and big dicks

Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

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