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 waht 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, 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 waht i am, i can t be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with littel "g s" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey s dead
the primate s scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind s dissonance

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