Like a cigarette stub beneath her heels
fuelled with nothing more than a minor retreat
mighty allies and a nose always raised
mothers act like heathers in a way
Was she there when mischief stroke?
Was she dying her hair?
Was she strolling her false pride?
Did she ever care?
The sun is down, the moon is up
we're the same old crap
busted and lame, all is exchanged
for a motherly sap
Was there a time you stopped keeping score
and just let me be?
scorched from your heat, burned from the red of your
kinky pointing nails
Spawning poor life just to take it away
Here's the alley for repelled traumas to stay
How could you ever slither in style
When her laugh is the rival to fight?
Was she there when mischief stroke?
Was she dying her hair?
Was she strolling her false pride?
Did she ever care?
The sun is down, the moon is up
we're the same old crap
busted and lame, all is exchanged
for a motherly sap
Was there a time you stopped keeping score
and just let me be?
scorched from your heat, burned from the red of your
kinky pointing nails
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