My Monkey

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a...
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... 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 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