Marilyn Manson - My Monkey Lyrics
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger breadAlong came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo, and now my monkeys deadAt least he looks that way, but then again dont we all?What I make is what I amI cant be forevermake you, break you, make you, break you, lookoutWe are our own wicked gods, with little gs and big dicksSadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demiseThe primates scream of consonance is a reflectionOf his own minds dissonance