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 this 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
alon 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 live forever)
we are our own wicked gods
with little "g's" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflickting a slow demise
I had a little monkey and 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 dissonance
