My Monkey

<br>I had a little monkey <br>I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread <br>Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo <br>And now my monkey`s dead <br>At least he looks that way, but then again don`t we all <br>(what I make is what I am, I can`t be forever) <br>I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on<br>gingerbread <br>Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo <br>And now my monkey`s dead <br>Poor little monkey <br>`Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout` <br>(what I make is what I am, I can`t live forever) <br>We are our own wicked gods <br>With little g`s and big dicks <br>Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise <br>I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on<br>gingerbread <br>Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo <br>And now my monkey`s dead <br>The primate`s scream of consonance is a reflection <br>Of his own mind`s dissonance