Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids My Monkey

The World of Madness is a lot Bigger than the World of SaneI had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we allI'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountainsI had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead... Yeah he's dead... Poor little monkeyLying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farmI play music, people are affected by the music I play That doesn't mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody's hand Tell them to go kill somebody...We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demiseheh heh yeah...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 koo koo And now my monkey's dead Dead...dead my monkeys dead he's dead Now why why...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 koo koo And now my monkey's deadThe primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonanceRedrum!