My Monkey (original) — текст песни (Marilyn Manson)

My Monkey
The World of Madness is a lot Bigger than the World of Sane

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 koo koo
And now my monkey`s dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don`t we all

I`m the Pope, I`m ten times the pope, I`m a fifty times the Pope
But I`m the Pope in the hills and in the mountains

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 koo koo
And now my monkey`s dead...
Yeah he`s dead...
Poor little monkey

Lying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms
My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm

I play music, people are affected by the music I play
That doesn`t mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody`s hand
Tell them to go kill somebody...

We are our own wicked gods
With little g`s and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

heh heh yeah...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey`s dead
Dead...dead my monkeys dead he`s dead
Now why why...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey`s dead

The primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonance

Redrum!