My Monkey

MY MONKEY

(Why are the children doing what they're doing? Why does this child reach out and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and cut his throat...)

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 out own wicked gods

With littel "g's"

And big dicks

Sadistic

And constantly inflicting a slow demise

(Big dick, big dick, big dick .........)

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

The primate's scream of consonance

Is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance