My Monkey

Текст песни Marilyn Manson - My Monkey <br/> I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread Along came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo, and now my monkey&#039;s dead At least he looks that way, but then again don&#039;t we all? What I make is what I am I can&#039;t be forever ( )<br /> &quot;make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout&quot; We are our own wicked gods, with little g&#039;s and big dicks sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise the primate&#039;s scream of consonance is a reflection