Marilyn Manson - My Monkey
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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 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 ginger bread
Along came a choo-choo' knoked my monkey coo-coo' and now my monkey's dead
Make you' break you' make you' break you' lookout'
Make you' break you' make you' break you' lookout'
What I make is what I am
I can't be 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 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 monkey's dead
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread
