He wear no shoe shine
He got toe jam football
He want monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola
He said I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
I'm the king of this whole planet
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 make music, people are affected by the music I make
That doesn't mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody's hand
Tell them to go kill somebody
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
Sanity's a little box
Poor little monkey
San-san-san
I'm coming down
Do you don't you want me to love ya
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above ya
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the Pope, I'm fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills and the mountains
We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic, constantly inflicting a slow demise
Ha ha ha ha
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
Sanity's a little box
Sanity's a little box
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
I'm the king of this whole planet
I'm the king of this whole planet
I will rule this whole world
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Itty-bitty birdie feet
Me with out my spoon
Sanity's a little box
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Song Credits:
Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by Daisy Berkowitz