You see her when she's sitting
In the confines of the kitchen
With the children always screaming
With her husband always bitchin'
With the demon on her shoulder
With a needle as his knife
And he's pricking pricking pricking
Every second of her life
Just the pricking pricking pricking
Dancing in and out of skin
As the children start their fighting
As the husband downs his gin
And she sits there in the kitchen
She's the only one aware
Of the grinning little demon
Curled underneath her hair
And all he does is whisper
As the children break their toys
And the husband gets a hard-on
As he thinks of little boys
The demon whispers secrets
Of how great she could have been
Without seven screaming children
And the company of men
As he sticks her with his needle
Bleeding scalp and bleeding neck
Just the pricking pricking pricking
As her life becomes a wreck
Just the pricking pricking pricking
At the head the eyes the heart
Just the pricking pricking pricking
As her family falls apart