Devil's Pet

The Devil's Pet

If the devil had a pet,

I bet it’d sound just like you.

You have the same voices,

make the same noises,

and make the same choices too.

You live like the undead,

pure dread; when you enter the room,

Wag your tail as you run,

your eyes are redder than your tongue.

Why don’t you go howl at the moon.

Slick like oil,

Quick like a snake,

Slewfoot's ready—

Watch the bough break.

All the mischief that you’ve done,

There's a debt to be paid;

And I like to watch you run.

If the angels had regret,

I bet they'd be about you.

Heaven didn't send you;

Penance couldn't mend you.

What the hell got into you?

Who told you to be like you are?

Blessed be all those you have scarred...