When did we find out our kid wasn't nice?
Not just "a jerk" but the legit Antichrist
I guess we did name him Damien
I spent a while filled with fear, that ran out
By the seventh belt that he psychically pulled down
A little shit, that's my Damien

When the stars had aligned, I was told by monks old
That my child would be vile, destroy all, made the wrong call
The wrong call, the wrong call, the wrong call
The wrong call, the wrong call, the wrong call
He's not bad at all, bad at all, bad at all
Not bad at all, bad at all, bad at all

I was afraid he'd burn those who told him off
Red glowin' eyes, killin' birds with floatin' rocks
No evil kid, not my Damien
May be imbued with the pow'r of not-God
The worst thing they're used for is cream pies for jagoffs
A cheeky kid, that's my Damien

Birth was hard, I can't lie, he was hotter than coal
But he's nice, sweet as pie, if you goad him, he won't blow
He won't blow, he won't blow, he won't blow
He won't blow, he won't blow, he won't blow
He still has a soul, has a soul, has a soul
He has a soul, has a soul, has a soul

If you're harsh then he might make you go drop a load
But the skies will not die, not at all, the world won't fall
World won't fall, world won't fall, world won't fall
World won't fall, world won't fall, world won't fall
Won't happen at all, not at all, not at all
No, not at all, not at all, not at all

Has a soul, has a soul, has a soul
He won't blow, he won't blow, he won't blow
World won't fall, world won't fall, world won't fall
Not at all, not at all, not at all