my child...ain't actin' pleasant
laid low...this adolescent
rollin' eyes with goo so filmy
ragin' fever, can't relieve her
i feel...the devil's presence
twirls her head all roly-poly
preacher tells me she's unholy
droolin'...her soul is missin'

she blows...pea soup in eyes
she quakes...and loudly sighs
she's unhappy...lusty fury
on the floor, she's been relievin'
bed shakes...begins to rise
riddles, clever...full of malice
uses crucifix as phallus
shovin'...don't ask me why

she's inhuman, you understand
she's inhuman, the flames are fanned

her skin...is phosphorescent
i know...a demon's present
father marin and young demmy
pray forever, stoppin' never
hope she will learn her lesson
legs a-kickin' like a goalie
spewin' chunks of guacamole
truly...her brain's a-sizzlin'

she's inhuman, a special brand
she's inhuman and out of hand

my child...just keeps me guessin'
i know...that someone's messin'
lovely face now green and pimply
she's a-quiver and a-shiver
her state...is so depressin'
weight is down and body's bony
since the devil's been her crony
snake-like...she's always hissin'

she's inhuman
she's inhuman