My Monkey - Marilyn Manson

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) 
I had a little a 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 
Poor little monkey 
'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout' 
(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 a 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 
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection 
Of his own mind's dissonance