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 monkeys dead
at least he looks that way, but then again dont we all?
(what i make is what i am, i cant be forever)
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 monkeys dead
poor little monkey
make youbreak youmake youbreak youlookout
(what i make is what i am, i cant be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with little gs and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
i had a little 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 monkeys dead
the primates scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own minds dissonance