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
Make you... break you... make you... break you... look out

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 monkey and 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

The primate´s scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind´s dissonance