Lyrics My Monkey - Marilyn Manson

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 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
«Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?»
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country, I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey’s dead
Poor little monkey
«Make you, break you, make you, break you»
«Make you, break you, make you, look out»
What I make is what I am
I can’t live 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 gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey’s dead
«Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?»
«…Where nothing is real but the medication and the and then they cut their
wrists and write „I love you God“ all over the walls and hang themselves on the
ventilators.»