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 coo coo
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 coo coo
And now my monkey's dead
Yeah he's dead
Poor little monkey
Lying down, on the ground, with his head tucked 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

Oh, 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, dead, he's dead
My monkeys dead, and he's dead
And I don't know 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 coo coo
And now my monkey's dead

The primates scream of consonance
Is a reflection of his own minds dissonance, ha ha

Redrum, ha ha

Available On:

Lunchbox [Demo]

Original Version:

My Monkey

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by Daisy Berkowitz
Produced Daisy Berkowitz
Recorded at Sync Studios, Miami