Текст песни My Monkey

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 and 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 monkey and I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread along came a choo-choo and 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