Look Out Young Son

Oh, I must be the devil's daughter
 What a dark father to dwell in me
 Oh, I must be the devil's daughter
 Such a dark father to dwell in me
 Bastard child that I am
 You can see it in my swagger
 In the palmist lines of my hands
 And my lips that bud like daggers
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
 I think I'm on a mission
 Should I then shield my eyes?
 From the furtive looks of babes-in-arms
 And the cries of their poor mothers
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
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 My mama never speaks of him
 Except when she's drunk and desperate
 Even then it's just a brief retelling
 Of his rough love and abandonment
 Blew into town one night and the crowd like waters parted
 He headed straight toward her
 And aimed to finish what he started
 And I think, like him, I have to roam
 With what each night delivers
 It's time to make my drive be known
 Turn lads into believers
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
 Look out young son, look out young son
 Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin'
 Oh, I must be the devil's daughter
 What a dark father to dwell in me
 Oh, I must be the devil's daughter
 Such a dark father to dwell in me