Sister Cain

You call me a danger to the world
For not having a woman to hold...
Yet, all women are like you, my dear,
Callous, nasty and cold.

You'll destroy my child in the womb
You'll dominate my every whim...
You'll take me to the highest high
And then leave me shivering in the wind.

You are like a fire, which burns on coals
But never will heap them in the hearth;
You will make me a poor man one day
So, choosing you is never smart.

Then you decry that religion is wrong
But you need it ever so fair,
That you will even lampoon this song
But are a a devil who never could care.