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 what i am, i can't live 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 what i am, i can't live 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 gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his mind's own dissonance
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