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 waht 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 waht i am, i can`t be forever) 
we are out own wicked gods 
with littel "g`s" and big dicks 
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise 
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread 
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo 
and (k)now my monkey`s dead 
the primate`s scream of consonance is a reflection 
of his own mind`s dissonance