My Monkey Songtext

von Marilyn Manson

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 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 be forever

We are our own wicked gods
With little "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

Big dicks, big dicks, big dicks, big dicks
Big dicks, big dicks, big dicks, big dicks

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 (k)now my monkey's dead

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country
My monkey, my monkey, my monkey, my monkey, my monkey

The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance