My Monkey (demo) Songtext
von Marilyn Manson

(Hey this is starting to falling down a little bit)
(Why are the children doing what they are doing?)
(Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad And murder his two little sisters and uh, cuts 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 and knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey

What I make is what I am, I can't live forever

We are our own wicked god′s (we are our own wicked god′s)
With little g's (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 and knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead

I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country
My monkey, my monkey, my monkey
My monkey, my monkey, my monkey


(Nothing is real, the medication doesn′t work)
(Then they cut their wrists and write i love you God)
(All over the walls and hang themselves on the ventilator)
(I don't know when to stop when that happens)