Live As Hell pt 3: My Monkey + Misery Machine

Lyrics:

MY MONKEY

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

MISERY MACHINE

Uh oh, why is the motor making that strange noise?
I don't know Velma, and I don't like it
Where are we?
I don't know...Oh my gosh!

Man in the front got a sinister grin
Careen down highway 6-6-6
We wanna go, crush the slow
As the pitchfork bends and the needles grow
My arms are wheels
My legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema
Blood is pavement
Blood is pavement

The grill in the front is my sinister grin
Careen down highway 6-6-6
We wanna go, crush the slow
As the pitchfork bends and the needles grow
My arms are wheels
My legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema
Blood is pavement

When you ride your ridden when you ride your ridden
We'll ride you to hell, until you are dead
We'll ride you to hell, until you...

I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will I will hurry there, over there

My blood is pavement
My blood is pavement




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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don't we all
Sanity is a little box

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Poor little monkey
Sanity
Break it down

Do you don't ya want me to love ya?
I'm comin' 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 a fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains

We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic 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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is 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 koo koo
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
Iddity bitty birdy feet
Me with out my spoon...
Sanity is a little box

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