My Monkey lyrics

"Why are the children doing what they're doing? Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and then cut his throat?"

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?

What I make is what I am

I can't be forever

"Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?"

I had a little monkey

I sent him to the country, I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

Poor little monkey

"Make you, break you, make you, break you"

"Make you, break you, make you, look out"

What I make is what I am

I can't live forever

We are our own wicked gods

With little "g's" and big dicks

Sadistic and 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 choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

"Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?"

"...Where nothing is real but the medication and the and then they cut their wrists and write "I love you God" all over the walls and hang themselves on the ventilators."

• Artist:Marilyn Manson
• Album:Portrait Of An Amercian Family (1994)