Real Child of Hell Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Men of flesh hitch a ride
Shorts and tans and greasy thighs
At night drive into slimy bars
And piss it out on our front yards
They're looking in our window nowReal child of hell, nobody's seen him
Real child of hell, real child of hell
Nobody knows what shape she takesSt. Paddy's Day, old Irish man
Shamrocks painted on his face
He mumbles warnings from Ireland
In the back I sense a fight

And that old man has done his deedReal child of hell, nobody's seen him
Real child of hell, real child of hell
Nobody knows what shape she takesThis stage I'm on gets repossessed
Vigilantes acting bored
The mindless fan wants my dress
And I can't tell which one is worse
And I can't see the cursing childReal child of hell, nobody's seen him
Real child of hell, real child of hell
Nobody knows what shape she takes