Hell's Kitchen

"EVE'S GARDEN, LILITH'S KITCHEN"
OR
"THERE'S A GOOD REASON IT WAS CALLED 'HELL'S KITCHEN.'"

Once upon a kitchen-aid
Did I find my personal space, a savior, an adultered idol
That God said I wasn't supposed to find
Until I'd at least passed a cooking class
But you know me, and strong women must deceive
I can make my own false idol to worship, like Lilith
Abusing her soul, what was left of her mixing bowl
The heart at the center of the peach pit was left to rot
Never given sun and water and soil to sprout and grow
Too bad, Lilith should'a known
Recipes never to be mixed, no familiar pattern
She wasn't a Step-ford wife; she was the hippest chic
Sought to be, all that she could be
Didn't need some fucking "One Man's" army
Adam said it's her fault, burnt her own soul
Left it in the oven and forgotten 'bout
Shame she couldn't a' turned on a timer before she followed Adam around
He, from above, blames my adultered idol, but Adam adultered first
Didn't you know Lilith sat in Eden's kitchen during Eve's first birth?
She wasn't lost to the land of Nod until
Cain and Abel wanted to know who daddy's friend was
They were already toddlers
Eve said nothing; she was too quiet and sweet and had kids to keep
And Adam always kept both his wives under lock and key,
Eve had her garden; Lilith had her kitchen-aid.
(Sucks to be Adam, if he hadn't eaten out Eve's virgin apple, he might'a smelled Lilith's salmonella.)