My Monkey The World of Madness is a lot Bigger than the World of Sane
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 koo koo And now my monkey´s dead At least he looks that way But then again don´t we all
I´m the Pope, I´m ten times the pope, I´m a fifty times the Pope But I´m the Pope in the hills and in the mountains
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 koo koo
And now my monkey´s dead... Yeah he´s dead... Poor little monkey
Lying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm
I play music, people are affected by the music I play That doesn´t mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody´s hand Tell them to go kill somebody...
We are our own wicked gods With little g´s and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
heh heh yeah...
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 koo koo And now my monkey´s dead Dead...dead my monkeys dead he´s dead Now why why...
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 koo koo And now my monkey´s dead
The primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonance