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 monkeys dead
at least he looks that way but then again dont we all? 
(what i make is what i am i cant 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 monkeys dead
poor little monkey
make you... break you.. make you ... break you.. lookout
(what i make is what i am i cant live forever)
we are our own wicked gods
with little g's and big dicks 
sadistic and constantly inflicktin 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 knocked my monkey coo-coo 
and (k)now my monkeys dead
the primates scream of consonance is a reflection 
of his own minds dissonance