Baby Cat Face

You already know Miss Carousel,
I will now introduce you to another woman:
Feline eyes and a big heart
in a world ruled by horror.
She was named Esquerita at birth,
but everyone called her Baby Cat Face.

All the filth of New Orleans
was more than she could bear.
One morning she screams: 'I must flee from here,
human misery knows no end'.
But Baby, you can't hide.
You know it's useless, Baby Cat Face.

She wanted to stray from the path of evil.
She took vows of silence and chastity.
She joined the Temple of Purification
of The Bloodied by the Good God.
She left everything and embraced faith,
and Sister Baby Cat Face was born.

No one ever warned you
how harsh the truth can be.
One fateful night of sex and alcohol,
ignoring the Lord's commands,
a fat man who read Verlaine
left her pregnant in a greasy hotel.
'Dirty whoremonger, I will avenge myself!',
Baby Cat Face sobbed.

That guy learned his lesson when a blessed alligator
entered his bed and tore his jugular.
Baby, now avenged, could give birth
to a baby named Angel of the Cross
who recited in Latin right after birth
while holding Baby Cat Face's thumb.

A voice told her: 'You have nothing to fear',
and she jumped from a 10th-floor balcony.
Who will blame her for losing her mind
amidst so much hatred and depravity?
A star will shine and you will know
that Baby Cat Face is watching us there.

No, no one ever warned you
how harsh the truth can be.

No, Baby, don't try to understand.
It's not worth it.