Daddy’s Little Warlock

[Verse 1]
Born in a dust storm
Barbed wire crib
Rusted thorn
Mama left a scorch mark
Never came back
He rocked me in a pit of black
Leather cradle on a landfill throne
He said
“Girl
This sin is your home”
Fed me fire from a ram-skull cup
Said
“Look at me when you call me up”
[Chorus]
I’m Daddy’s little warlock (hey!)
Ridin’ on a redhorn road
Boots kickin’ up brimstone
Playin’ with a loaded soul
Kiss the ring
Beelzebub
Blood in my whiskey
Ash in my love
If hell is a honky-tonk
I’m headlining the flood
[Verse 2]
Got a spellbook carved in steer hide
Pentagrams branded on the roadside
I hex like I’m scratchin’ a slide-guitar
Every curse got a license plate scar
Sheriff tried to drag me to the Lord
Cross on his chest
Hand on his sword
Daddy laughed
Turned the sky tar-black
Said
“Baby
Tell ‘em you’re my Cadillac”
[Chorus]
I’m Daddy’s little warlock (hey!)
Ridin’ on a redhorn road
Boots kickin’ up brimstone
Playin’ with a loaded soul
Kiss the ring
Beelzebub
Blood in my whiskey
Ash in my love
If hell is a honky-tonk
I’m headlining the flood
[Bridge]
[Guitars drop to a greasy
Chugging boogie]
Barbecue smoke
Smellin’ like sin
Rib bones stacked where the saints walked in
He tips his hat
Spurs made of teeth
Says
“Girl
Raise hell ‘til they’re beggin’ for relief” (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m Daddy’s little warlock
Ridin’ on a redhorn road
Boots kickin’ up brimstone
Playin’ with a loaded soul
Kiss the ring
Beelzebub
Blood in my whiskey
Ash in my love
If hell is a honky-tonk
I’m headlining the flood
Yeah
If hell is a honky-tonk
I’m headlining the flood

metal, Greasy Texas boogie death metal: swung, swaggering mid‑tempo groove with palm‑muted riffs, sleazy slide accents, and a huge, fuzzed bass. Female vocals, half-snarl half-scream, riding a stomping backbeat that leans into the boogie feel. Choruses explode with gang shouts and octave guitars; bridge drops to a swampy, chugging vamp before a final, unhinged reprise., death metal