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    my monkey 歌詞
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      Marilyn Manson
- 1994.7.5 リリース
- 作詞
- WARNER BRIAN HUGH , PUTESKY SCOTT MITCHELL
- 作曲
- WARNER BRIAN HUGH , PUTESKY SCOTT MITCHELL
          
                                  友情
                                  感動
                                  恋愛
                                  元気
                    結果
        
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          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)
i had a little a 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
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(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 a monkey and i sent him to the country
and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance
        
        
      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)
i had a little a 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
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(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 a monkey and i sent him to the country
and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance
 
           
    