I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread
Along came a choo-choo, knoked 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

'make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout'
We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance

• Cake & Sodomy
• Cake & Sodomy/everlasting Cocksucker
• Cyclops
• Dogma
• Dope Hat
• Dope Hat/diary of a Dope Fiend/dance of The Dope Hats
• Get Your Gunn
• Lunchbox
• Misery Machine
• My Monkey
• Organ Grinder
• Organ Grinder/kiddie Grinder
• Prelude
• Snake Eyes & Sissies
• Sweet Tooth