Musica de Alan Moulder del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alan Moulder tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Intro]
Why are the children doing what they're doing? Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and then cut his throat?
[Verse 1]
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
Then again, don't we all?
[Chorus]
What I make is what I am
I can't be forever
[Interlude]
Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?
[Verse 2]
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
[Interlude]
Poor little monkey
"Make you, break you, make you, break you"
"Make you, break you, make you, look out"
[Chorus]
What I make is what I am
I can't live forever
[Bridge]
We are our own wicked gods
With little "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic, constantly inflicting a slow demise
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
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
[Interlude]
Raise up children, kill your moms and dads?
[Bridge]
I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country
My monkey, my monkey
My monkey, my monkey
My monkey, what the fuck, yeah
[Outro]
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