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Mama, aren't you Proud? (Jersey Devil)


Mama, you wanted me to be a devil

 

Mama, you swore you didn’t want me

 

Brothers, why didn’t she want me? 

Sisters, why didn’t she want me? 

 

The heavens opened up

sparkling arcs raced across the sky, heralding my propitious arrival 

 

A cry carried through the night, louder louder louder louder

the reign of thunder was here 

 

I was so perfect, Mama

didn’t you see? 

bright blue eyes smiling at you 

 

Mama, didn’t you like my eyes? I turned them red, 

just for you



 

Didn’t you like my wings, Mama? I stole them from a bat, 

just for you


 

Didn’t you like my talons, Mama?

petting your face? 

your eyes looked so nice against the red, Mama

 

They laughed at me, Mama

they

screamed 


 

Mama, you wanted me to be a devil

 

Mama, you swore you didn’t want me

 

Brothers, why didn’t she want me?

Sisters, why didn’t she want me? 


 

I wrecked your chimney, Mama

I’ll clean it up later,

 

i swear

 

Their cameras are so bright, Mama

I’m famous

 

They looked so scared, Mama

so did you

 

My brothers were scared, Mama

My sisters were scared, Mama

Daddy was scared, Mama

 

Mama, you wanted me to be a devil

 

Mama you swore you didn’t want me

Look Mama -- now everyone knows

I’m a devil, Mama

 

Aren’t you proud? 

 
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