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Straight From Hell
(Coyle)
(Fear Brothers Music, ASCAP)
My mom and daddy got hitched in jail
We ate our dinner from the pig pen pail.
My baby blanket was a burlap sack
Until the dog came and took it back.
I hate to come along and break the spell
But face it baby-
I came straight from hell.
Tortured my sister, didn't hear her cries-
I'd pick the wings off of butterflies
When teacher tried to go and swat my hand
I went and pulled out her thyroid gland.
Without her gland she couldn't talk so well
Now listen baby
I came straight from hell.
When I first met you you were sweet sixteen
And all your private parts were spankin' clean
We got them dirty and we had a child
I'm still the same, babe, I'm just as wild
The sound you're hearing ain't no wedding bells
You better face it baby
I came straight from hell.
Ain't going to be Mr. Businessman's clone
Waitin' for the bosses to throw me a bone
The tie that binds won't choke my throat
Won't catch me dead in a Burberry coat.
These are my skins, hope you can stand the smell
Can you take it baby?
I came straight from hell.
Don't bury me in those tassle shoes
I'd spend eternity living the blues.
If you should see me with a black brief case
Please blow my ass into outer space.
I hate to come along and break the spell
You better face it baby
I came straight from hell. |