My Monkey — текст песни (Marilyn Manson)

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 a 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 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 a 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