Marilyn Manson: My Monkey lyrics
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread
Along came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo, and now my monkeys dead
At least he looks that way, but then again dont we all?
What I make is what I am
I cant be forever
make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout
We are our own wicked gods, with little gs and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
The primates scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own minds dissonance
