| 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.» |