| 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 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 and 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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