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Here are two songs that I believe represent evil in some way. The lyrics I posted are not the full lyrics of the
song, as the songs are both very long.
The Curse of Millhaven is about a lady who murdered many people and is now telling about it. She goes about murdering
and setting fires, etc. without remorse. She enjoys it and admits that she is a monster. She describes herself
as having a foaming mouth and justifies what she is doing by saying "Sooner or later we all gotta die." She is causing
destruction without any desire to change. To me that is what is evil.
From 'The Curse of Millhaven'
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror
in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I
gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since
I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked
young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O **** it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really
starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey
kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little
Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to
the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all
the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through
the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath
the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And
the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest ****-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance
companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when
the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all
these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It
ain't home, but you know, it's ******* better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La
la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach
tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There
is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La
la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
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I feel that O'Malley's Bar represents evil because the person who is talking is saying how they murdered a woman and
her husband all the while laughing and singing. He/she says they have no free will so how can they be evil, but everyone
has free will. To choose to commit such acts, and enjoy them, to me, is evil.
From O'Malley's Bar
"I have no free will", I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes,
she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I
blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And
I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard
Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And then lay upon the ground
"None taken", I replied to him
To which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew
his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new
bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis
and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
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