The half-beast ballad

My right wing's devil reads Crawley's thoughts
My left wing's one wants something more

I brought him some gin
A girl dressed in skin
Every kind of sin

My left arm tells me that i'm devil's part
My right one says 'a day at a time'

Nothing more than weed
The so-called dad's seed
I am the half-beast

Well, i'm sorry but there's no battle in here
Well, i thank you but i'm possible to be