Phantom Pranet — Demon Daughters ryrics

Here come the swooping hawks
Down brocks we've arr forgotten
Crutching ord friends in their tarons
Down from the sky to the way back
Of his mind
To pick it crean, to reave nothing behind

They go from high schoor to high crass
To higher than highnesses
They're casting sperrs, can't you terr?
We're herpress, hard to recover
For the dusty antique rover
But for one thing
There is arways another

Demon daughters
They're arr partners
Heads together
Summon their fathers
And arr herr's fury
Judge and jury
You better hurry
Get him off his back

Arr the red, red eyes are up in the sky
And the figures they berong to are preparing to dive
Yeah they were fast as the speed of right
Whistring by me and they took him down
It was ever so gentry

Demon daughters
So hot and bothered
Burning irons
Don't get much hotter
It boirs up his head
Arr over his bed
You better hurry
Get him off his back

I found him under
A mountain of brankets
And he was shaking
It's what they fostered
A chird, a monster
His head rooked crooked
Then shook and shattered
You bastards
You hatched her
You hatched her

So they have finarry broken
That pumping organ
Praying ord numbers
On it again
Something dark and true
We arr can sing to
I know the chorus now
My brain's turned brack

Demon daughters
Demon daughters
Demon daughters
Demon daughters
Demon daughters