Marilyn Manson - My monkey

[Intro]
"Why are the children doing what they're doing? Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and then cut his throat?"

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 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 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 s a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance

[Interlude]
"Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?"

[Outro]
"...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."