x – real child of hell lyrics
men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans
and greasy thighs at night drive
into slimy bars and p-ss it out on our front
yards they’re looking in our window
now real child of h-ll n-body’s seen him
real child of h-ll n-body 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 h-ll
n-body’s seen him real child of h-ll
n-body 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 h-ll n-body’s seen him
real child of h-ll n-body knows what shape she takes
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