Текст песни Marilyn Manson - My Monkey

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 be forever I had a little a 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...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 big dicks, Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise I had a little a 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 own mind's dissonance

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