Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgottennClutching old friends in their talonsnDown from the sky to the way back of his mindnTo pick it clean, to leave nothing behindnnThey go from high school to high class to higher than highnessesnThey're casting spells can't you tell we're helplessnHard to recover for the dusty antique lovernBut for one thing there is always anothernnDemon daughter they're all partnersnHeads together summon their fathersnAnd all hell's fury judge and jurynYou better hurry get him off his backnnAll the red, red eyes are up in the skynAnd the figures they belong to are preparing to divenYeah they were fast as the speed of light whistling by menAnd they took him down it was ever so gentlynnDemon daughters so hot and botherednBurning irons don't get much hotternIt boils up his head all over his bednYou better hurry get him off his backnnI found him under a mountain of blanketsnAnd he was shaking it's what they fosterednA child a monsternHis head looked crookednThen shook and shattered you bastards!nYou hatched her! You hatched her!nnSo they have finally brokennThat pumping organnPlaying old numbers on it againnSomething dark and truenWe all can sing to I know the chorusnNow my brain's turned black!