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