My Monkey (Album Version|Explicit)

Why are the children doing what they're doing

Why does a child reach up and kill his mom

And dad and murder his two little sisters and then cut his throat

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

Then again don't we all

What I make is what I am

I can't be forever

Raise up children kill your moms and dads

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"

"Make you break you make you look out"

What I make is what I am

I can't live forever

We are our own wicked gods

With little"g's" and *** *****

Sadistic constantly inflicting a slow demise

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

Raise up children kill your moms and dads

I had a little monkey I sent him to the country

My monkey my monkey

My monkey my monkey

My monkey what the **** yeah

Where nothing is real but the medication

And the and then they cut their wrists

And write"I love you God" all over the walls

And hang themselves on the ventilators