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Evil Incubator Bluesv-Fi
Hip Hop,Classic Rock,Heavy Metal,Aggressive,Anger,Dark,Triumphant,Male & Female Duet,Medium,Accelerating,Male singer,Female Voice
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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"