Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten Clutching old friends in their talons Down from the sky to the way back of his mind To pick it clean, to leave nothing behind
They go from high school to high class to higher than highnesses They're casting spells can't you tell we're helpless Hard to recover for the dusty antique lover But for one thing there is always another
Demon daughter they're all partners Heads together summon their fathers And all hell's fury judge and jury You better hurry get him off his back
All the red, red eyes are up in the sky And the figures they belong to are preparing to dive Yeah they were fast as the speed of light whistling by me And they took him down it was ever so gently
Demon daughters so hot and bothered Burning irons don't get much hotter It boils up his head all over his bed You better hurry get him off his back
I found him under a mountain of blankets And he was shaking it's what they fostered A child a monster His head looked crooked Then shook and shattered you bastards! You hatched her! You hatched her!
So they have finally broken That pumping organ Playing old numbers on it again Something dark and true We all can sing to I know the chorus Now my brain's turned black!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
