There was this little thing in this little town, flaming locks in one flaming head.
Medusa, a monkey fist. Meltdown.
Little thing was lightning bolts... speed, lines of white, acid ingestion, holy ghost in disguise.
Felt like momma but knew how to listen better. A womb of a home, cosy but not too damp.
Little town got too little, big people got too bitter. And this little thing, well... they burned her down, swept her out of this town.
Black cat: Jesus made me better.