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
Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family - 1994
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