She was right to call herself inhumane
By all the words I see her saying
You can tell that she ain't playing
I had no right to play with the inhumane
Trumpets announced the three musketiers
Pamphlets and paper announced I needed better
Had to write down a few more letters
Before getting what I needed to hear

She was right to call herself inhumane
But every thing has a weak spot
Go ahead and poison yourself, throw up your liver in the ******* ***!
She was right to call herself inhumane
*See, we was each other's play things, only just a game