Here come the swooping hawks

Down blocks we've all forgotten

Clutching old friends in their talons

Down from the sky to the way back

Of his mind

To pick it clean, to leave nothing behind

They go from high school to high class

To higher than highnesses

They're casting spells, can't you tell?

We're helpless, hard to recover

For the dusty antique lover

But for one thing

There is always another

Demon daughters

They're all partners

Heads together

Summon their fathers

And all hell's fury

Judge and jury

You better hurry

Get him off his back

All the red, red eyes are up in the sky

And the figures they belong to are preparing to dive

Yeah they were fast as the speed of light

Whistling by me and they took him down

It was ever so gently

Demon daughters

So hot and bothered

Burning irons

Don't get much hotter

It boils up his head

All over his bed

You better hurry

Get him off his back

I found him under

A mountain of blankets

And he was shaking

It's what they fostered

A child, a monster

His head looked crooked

Then shook and shattered

You bastards

You hatched her

You hatched her

So they have finally broken

That pumping organ

Playing old numbers

On it again

Something dark and true

We all can sing to

I know the chorus now

My brain's turned black

Demon daughters

Demon daughters

Demon daughters

Demon daughters

Demon daughters