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Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family 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 mokey 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 gingerbread along came a choo-choo, knocked my mokey 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 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 gingerbread along came a choo-choo, knocked my mokey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance |
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