Marilyn Manson Lyrics

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I had a little monkey I sent him to the country

and I fed him on ginger bread

Along came a choo-choo, knoked 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

"make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout"

We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks

sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

the primate's scream of consonance

is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance