Marilyn Manson – My Monkey Lyrics

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a cho-cho and knocked my monkey koo-koo
And now my monkey's dead
He's dead, he's dead
At least he looks that way
And then again, don't we all?

I'm the pope
I'm 10 times the pope, I'm 50 times the pope
That I'm the pope in real
Have mercy

Insanity

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a cho-cho and knocked my monkey koo-koo
And now my monkey's dead
He's dead, he's dead
Poor little monkey

Laying down on the ground
With two hands under his arms
My monkey, my monkey
My monkey fought the fall

Yeah, I sing that, I sing a lot

Turn it off

Huh-huh, I sing like that

I play music, people are affected by music I play
That doesn't mean that I have the record dropped
Did I put a knife in someone's hand and killed somebody?

We are our own wicked Gods
With little G's and big dicks
Sadistic, constantly inflicting a slow demise

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a cho-cho, knocked my monkey koo-koo
And now my monkey's dead
He's dead, dead
My monkey's very, very, very dead

He's dead
He's very dead
I don't know why my monkey
My monkey, my monkey's dead
He's dead, he's dead
Poor little monkey

Before I make scream of loneliness
Is a reflection of his demise disonent