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
