My wife and I are very proud
We recently had our second child
But we weren't proud for very long
We knew that there was something wrong
With him, a kid should not have horns
The priest said he should not be born
I wish I'd have some clothes that fit
But every day he grows and inch
I think it's fine when babies puke
But this child he just spews and spews
Whenever I start to clean
His head will spin as he laughs at me
It's hard to hear when he speaks in tongues
You know that there is something wrong
When your son's first words are
You are now cursed for listening to this backwards (Backwards)

My son, isn't quite that nice
He has hideous eyes
And when he was baptized
The cradle burst to flames
Sometimes he likes to fly
He wants my priest to die
But, I am not surprised
Cause I think my son's the Antichrist
Just when things could not get worse
Our second child, he ate the first
From that point on, he wanted blood
But we gave him it cause he's our son
The Bible says we'll burn in hell
But we've removed it from our shelves
The baby cries when they are near
And to see him sad brings us to tears
Corpses fill our basement trench
It's hard to fix the rancid stench
But we do it for our only child
Our neighbors are all dead for miles
The baby just ran out of food
My wife said she'll just have to do
She gave me one last lovely kiss
Before sliding down his esophagus

My son, isn't quite that nice
He has hideous eyes
And when he was baptized
The cradle burst to flames
Sometimes he likes to fly
He wants my priest to die
But, I am not surprised
Cause I think my son's the Antichrist