Songtexte: Marilyn Manson. Birth Of The Anti-Christ. My Monkey.

I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country
And I fed him on gingerbread, along came a cho cho
Knocked my monkey koo koo and now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way, 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 cho cho
Knocked my monkey koo koo and now my monkey's dead
The poor little monkey

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, constantly inflicting a slow demise

Big dicks, big dicks, big dicks

I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country
And I fed him on gingerbread, along came a cho cho
Knocked my monkey koo koo 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 fought the fire