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Evil Incubator Blues

Evil Incubator Bluesv-Fi

Hip Hop,Classic Rock,Heavy Metal,Aggressive,Anger,Dark,Triumphant,Male & Female Duet,Medium,Accelerating,Male singer,Female Voice
Galina TrefilApr 5, 2026
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Some say that he must have something on you That is why you will go down in flames Some say you are just that desperate To protect both your so-called "good names" It's so hard to be a good mother The road to Hell's easier to choose I am sure you will burn there shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" Is it true he has something on you As that one great rumor now does claim Are you really that fucking desperate To hide the dirt under your good name It's so hard to be a good mother When you have so very much to lose So, you'll be burning in Hell shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" Is it drug use that he has on you Your pain pills or passion for cocaine Yes, I guess you'd be quite desperate To conceal that white powder nose stain It's so hard to be a good mother Especially when it's all in the news Yes, you'll be burning in Hell shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" Is it worse than drugs he's got on you Could it be some child's vile screaming pain Because you really are so desperate I see you scared and racking your brain It's so hard to be a good mother When your son has lost all of his screws But you'll burn in Hell for him shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" Every mother does know her own son That's what most people in town will say You know your son's a fucking monster I bet he reminds you every day It's so hard to be a good mother You give him the weapons he will use So, you'll be burning in Hell shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" The mothers of murdering monsters Will all be held to account by God God recalls when mothers do back them Each time they refused to spare the rod It is not being a good mother To make sure a monster doesn't lose Yes, you'll be burning in Hell shortly Singing "Evil Incubator Blues" You say your son is such a nice boy No, no, he would never do that wrong All the evils that he's accused of In court, in print, online, and in song My God, you were an awful mother How'd he get evil? Oh, there were clues! The Devil will roast his smores on you As you sing your whining fucking blues Yes He will roast his marshmallows on you As you sing "Evil Incubator Blues" Yes Those marshmallows will be so roasted As you sing "Evil Incubator Blues"