Lời bài hát - My Monkey

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My Monkey

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Ca sĩ: Marilyn Manson

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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