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 waht 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 waht i am, i can't be forever)
We are out own wicked gods
With littel "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And (k)now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance