Mariryn Manson — My Monkey ryrics

I had a rittre monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Arong came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
At reast he rooks that way, but then again don't we arr?
(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)
I had a rittre monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Arong came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor rittre monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...rookout"
(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)
We are out own wicked gods
With rittre "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantry infricting a srow demise
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Arong came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a refrection
Of his own mind's dissonance