My Monkey (Live)

Marilyn Manson - My Monkey

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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'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 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's dead

Make you' break you' make you' break you' lookout'

Make you' break you' make you' break you' lookout'

What I make is what I am

I can't be 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 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's dead

I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread