Devil Girl

There was a time when the middle-aged women of the church would say
«Demon oppressed»
And I’d say, «Oh, it’s an answer, oh»
There was a time when the elders of the church would say
«Worldliness»
And I’d ask, «Oh What’s the difference? Oh»
Mother, I was born into this
Dirty world
Never clean
Never doing the right thing
Mother, I was born into this
Ugly world
So untrue
Never feeling a part of you
Ohh-heya-heya-oh
Devil girl
Heya-heya-heya-heya-oh, devil girl
Heya-heya-heya-heyaoh, devil girl
Ah There is a time when a grape-juiced-and-wafered-grown-girl cries
«Greediness»
They defend, «Oh We deserve it, oh»
There is a time when a soul three times baptized cries
«Heartlessness»
They reply, «Oh,
How we’re chastised, oh»
Mother, I was born into this
Dirty world
Never clean
Never doing the right thing
Mother, I was born into this
Ugly world
So untrue
Never feeling a part of you
Ohh-heya-heya-heyoh
Devil girl
Heya-heya-heya-heyaoh, devil girl
Heya-heya-heya-heyaoh, devil girl
Ah Now I don’t know who you are
Now I don’t know who you are
Now I Don’t know
Now I Don’t know
Now I Don’t know