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Satan Had a Daughter
Satan had a daughter, her name was Indiana
Came a time Satan could not understand her
What my young lass what does ails with thee
That none of your pains come in less of three
You moan in the morning, noon, and as night
Turning your own father’s hair in fright white
Hell had seen nothing like, and was in disarray
For this lawless child, left all of them in dismay
Meetings were held to see what could be done
And who walks in, none other than Satan’s son
Satan says Jesus where on earth have you been
Who replied just to Jerusalem to cause a scene
Satan wails, something needs sorting with Indy
Things round here are just a little bit too windy
She's a total nemesis to me, who's after my job
A pain in the butt, a through, and through, sod
Jesus thinks for a moment, he makes a decision
Send her to earth; it has a need for more vision
Wings packed; a one way ticket, Indy was gone
Heaven help us son says Satan, if you’re wrong
There was to be peace in Hell never liken before
Whilst back on earth all were geared up, forlorn
Folks gathered in churches and, prayed like Hell
This Demon child that they just wanted to expel
Satan and his brother God, nowhere to be seen
Jesus he relaxed, with all of this being foreseen
Earth is not happy, they want to be reimbursed
As to Indiana, there couldn’t be anything worse
O yeah, Satan had a daughter
O yeah, O yeah
O yeah . . .
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