Real Child Of Hell

Men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans and greasy thighs at
Night drive into slimy bars and piss it out on our front yards
They're looking in our window now real child of hell nobody's
Seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape she takes st
Paddy's day, old irish man shamrocks painted on his face mumbles
Warnings from ireland in the back i sense a fight and that old
Man has done his deed real child of hell nobody's seen him real
Child of hell nobody knows what shape he takes this stage i'm on
Gets repossesed by vigilantes acting bored the mindless fan wants
My dress and i can't tell which one is worse and i can't see the
Cursing child real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of
Hell nobody knows what shape she takes