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 waht i am, i can't be 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 waht i am, i can't be forever)

we are out own wicked gods

with littel "g's" and big dicks

sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise

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's dissonance