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专辑:《Under the Big Black Sun》

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 real child of hell

Nobody knows what shape she takes

St. Paddy's Day old Irish man

Shamrocks painted on his face

He 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 real child of hell

Nobody knows what shape she takes

This stage I'm on gets repossessed

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 real child of hell

Nobody knows what shape she takes