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 monkeys dead
At least he looks that way, but then again dont we all?
(what I make is what I am, I cant 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 monkeys dead
Poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what I make is what I am, I cant be forever)
We are out own wicked gods
With little "gs" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
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 monkeys dead
The primates scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own minds dissonance
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