She wears high heels 'cause she's so vain.
Looks real pretty, but what a pain.
To get it all, she knows no ends.
Will even take boys from her girlfriends.
Her hair changes color every week.
Takes lots of rouge to redden pale cheeks.
Doles out her smile a bit at a time.
What she does with silence should be a crime.
Slut bitch from Hell--I know you too well.
Slut bitch from Hell--you're so cheap, but you do it well.
You're a slut bitch from Hell!
With one look, She makes your blood freeze.
With one word, She cuts you down at the knees.
With one wink, She takes away your breath.
Just when you give up, She'll fuck you to death.
She's too skinny 'cause she just don't eat.
Heavy with her tongue and quick off her feet.
Thinks she's hot 'cause she's seen around.
If she knew what she's called all over town...
Slut bitch from Hell--I know you too well.
Slut bitch from Hell--you're so cheap, but you do it well.
You're a slut bitch from Hell!
Comments:
It's hard to know where to start with this song. Despite the fact that I feel I've written many better songs over the years, this continues to be the song that most strikes a resonant chord in people. I think part of the appear may be that, when introduced to the title, most people are expecting a profanity-laden rant about some ex-girlfriend or something. Then, it turns out to be a rather comic, yet graphic, dressing-down of, well, a slut bitch from hell. Surely we've all met one of these people at some time in our lives?
Actually, I didn't write this song about anyone in particular. I note elsewhere in this site about my stint in the avant garde dance group RPM, and it was during one of their rehearsals that this song, at least in theory, came to me. Niki Lin, the choreographer, was assigning roles to dancers for a new concept dance she was putting together. The idea was to duplicate the club life of the Orlando nightclub scene. There was a punk, a gay man, a girl who was "queen," and so on, and there was one girl assigned to be the "slut bitch from hell." I almost literally felt a light bulb go off in my head, and I knew that would be a great song title.
For a few weeks, I tried in vain to get some lyrics down. I kind of knew what I wanted to say, but none of the words were quite right. Then one day, I was at work, which consisted at the time of a lot of sitting in a pickup truck keeping tabs on a construction crew. Just as the lightbulb had gone off ititially, I suddenly had a handle on the lyrics. They flashed into my head so quickly it was all I could do to grab my notepad and write them down. The song required very little editing, although I did take the liberty of supplying a few details courtesy of the girl who danced the role in the RPM production. She, too, was pale (red hair), very thin (as dancers tend to be) and she could shoot you a "look" that could stop you dead in your tracks).
Thinking that the words pretty much spoke for themselves, I came up with a stripped-down, Ramones-like arrangement. I taught it to my band, The View, at the first available opportunity, and it immediately caught on with them. My other slam-the-women song, "Meat Market," was pretty much shelved when this far superior tune came into the rotation. The song proved so popular with our fans, it was pushed heavily by us. We had T-shirts made which featured the song, and promotional singles were sent to clubs and radio stations. Due to the profanity, humorous as it may be, it was only ever aired late nights on the college radio station. I still remember how excited I was to hear two guys I'd never met before singing the song together as they walked out to their car one night after a View concert.
Those days came and went, and I eventually ended up in another band called The Shattered. Although the band was put together to feature the songs of Steve Shattah, we still needed a few songs to break up the set and allow Steve a break from doing all the lead vocals. After giving a stab at doing an atrocious version of Elvis Costello's "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding," I decided to fall back on something proven. I introduced "Slut Bitch" to the band, and, well, another recorded version entered the cannons.
© 1991, 2005 by Rick Hines.
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