Fistful Of Demons

I was born without a face
 On some forgotten halloween
 In 13 rusty mason jars my mother buried me
 In some old shack behind the woods
 Where no one ever goes
 But a soul don't rest in the devil's arms
 Cuz no one really knows
 I got a fistful of demons
 I got some boots made of lead
 The grave may cool my rotting bones
 But it won't cure my head
 I was horribly disfigured
 A monster from a whore
 The minute i saw life she up and slammed the door
 Cut me up in little pieces
 Thought i'd go away
 But now i'm back you better believe
 Cuz hell has come to pay
 In the dirty crawlspace underneath the house
 You opened up your legs to squirt that demon out
 The dog was lapping madly at the blood stain on the floor
 Dead and buried i was gone but now i'm back for more
 I've got the frown of a satyr
 The witnesses they say
 A little boy who died down there but never went away
 But you and i know better
 Now don't we mother dear?
 How can a kid be frownin when he smiles from ear to ear?