Papa Devil learned,
He went to school and turned
Into a carpenter
His hands pours rivers of splinters
Like magic his business working well.

Poor, they say but I don't care,
I Have everything I need,
Oh yeah, We're doing well...
At least I can go to school
Where all the other kids can bully me.
That's fun. But I'm okay. I punched one in the face just yesterday.
In this head of mine Papa Devil meant only well.


In this head of  mine I know papa meant only well...