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.

Oh, devil girl. Oh, devil girl.
Ah, devil girl, oh.

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.

Oh, devil girl. Oh, devil girl.
Ah, devil girl, oh.

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.