Straight From Hell 
(Coyle)
(Fear Brothers Music, ASCAP)

My mom and daddy got hitched in jail 
We ate our dinner from the pig pen pail. 
My baby blanket was a burlap sack 
Until the dog came and took it back. 

I hate to come along and break the spell 
But face it baby- 
I came straight from hell. 

Tortured my sister, didn't hear her cries- 
I'd pick the wings off of butterflies 
When teacher tried to go and swat my hand 
I went and pulled out her thyroid gland. 

Without her gland she couldn't talk so well 
Now listen baby 
I came straight from hell. 

When I first met you you were sweet sixteen 
And all your private parts were spankin' clean 
We got them dirty and we had a child 
I'm still the same, babe, I'm just as wild 

The sound you're hearing ain't no wedding bells 
You better face it baby 
I came straight from hell. 

Ain't going to be Mr. Businessman's clone 
Waitin' for the bosses to throw me a bone 
The tie that binds won't choke my throat 
Won't catch me dead in a Burberry coat. 

These are my skins, hope you can stand the smell 
Can you take it baby? 
I came straight from hell. 

Don't bury me in those tassle shoes 
I'd spend eternity living the blues. 
If you should see me with a black brief case 
Please blow my ass into outer space. 

I hate to come along and break the spell 
You better face it baby 
I came straight from hell.

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