My Monkey

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 be forever) We are out own wicked gods With little "g's" and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise 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