Mother Mother Body

Take my eyes, take them aside

Take my face, and desecrate

My arms and legs

They get in the way

And take my hands, they’ll understand

Take my heart, pull it apart

And take my brain, or what remains

And throw it all away

‘Cos I’ve grown tired of this body

A cumbersome and heavy body

Take my lungs, take them and run

Take my tongue, go have some fun

And take the ears, take them and disappear

Take my joints, take them for points

Take my teeth, tear through my cheeks

And take the nose go and dispose

Oh would you go dispose, just go dispose

‘Cos I’ve grown tired of this body

A cumbersome and heavy body

I’ve grown tired of this body

Fall apart without me body

Take my (eyes)

Take them (aside)

Take my (face)

And desa…(crate)

Arms and (legs)

Get in the (way)

Bodies (break)

I’ve grown tired of this body

Cumbersome and heavy body

I’ve grown tired of this body

Fall apart without me body

I’ve grown tired of this body

Cumbersome and heavy

Tired of this body

Fall apart without me

Tired of this body

Cumbersome and heavy

Tired of this body

Fall apart without me

Tired of this body

Tired of this body

Tired of this body

Cumbersome and heavy body

Heavy body

Heavy body

Heavy body

Mother Mother Baby Boy

The devil, he’s at my door

And I know what he came here for

The kind of fun that I adore

I let him enter to make some more

Fire, it burn my skin

But I still want to play with it

Like a shark fin in the swim

I cut myself and jump on in

Baby boy

Baby brother

We’re losing you to the gutter

A woman, she at my door

And too bad it’s my best friend’s girl

She’s a-cooking up a civil war

I’m dumb enough to storm the shores, yeah

There’s a red light up ahead

I drive my car into it

I’m a little kid with a big death wish

I bite the lips, the lips that kiss

Baby boy

Baby brother

We’re losing you to the gutter

Baby boy

Baby brother

We’re losing you, is it forever?

Baby boy

Baby brother

We’re losing you to the gutter

Baby boy

Baby brother

We’re losing you, is it forever?

The devil, he’s at my door

And I know what he came here for

The kind of fun that I adore

I let him enter to make some more

Mother Mother Little Hands

My baby’s gone like a flame

Put out by the rain

Water down the drain

Little face, little feet, little hands in my mind

Where I’m crying all the time

Where I’m crying all the time

Little face, little feet, little hands in my brain

Driving me insane

Driving me insane

Little face, little feet, little hands not around

No more little sounds

No more little sound

My baby’s gone like a flame

Put out by the rain

Water down the drain

Mother Mother Mouth Of The Devil

In the days, when they were nights

I would burn just like a firefly

Out of touch, and out of sight

I was wrong, but I was doing it right

We would drink the blood of sleep

We would drink until we couldn’t speak

And I could still hear ’em calling to me, baby

A come back to me

Come back with me

Back to when we were young

And making out in the mouth of the devil

A come back to me

A come back with me

Back to when we were numb

Just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil

In the days that turned to dust

I couldn’t love, so I would run for lust

I couldn’t feel, so I would touch

A sea of flesh but it was never enough

And we would steal each other’s grief

We were thin but we were thick as thieves

And I could still hear ’em calling to me, baby

A come back to me

A come back with me

Back to when we were young

And making out in the mouth of the devil

A come back to me

A come back with me

Back to when we were numb

And just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil, yeah

You gotta ho-o-old me down

You gotta ho-o-old me back

Cause I’m might slip into

Slip into the black

You gotta ho-o-old me down

You gotta ho-o-old me back

Cause I’m might slip away

Slip into the past

A come back to me

A come back with me

Back to when we were young

And making out in the mouth of the devil

A come back to me

A come back with me

Back to when we were numb

And just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil

Yeah, come back, I know you wanna

Yeah, come back, I know you wanna

Get back to when we were young

And making out in the mouth of the devil

Yeah, come back, I know you wanna

Yeah, come back, I know you wanna

Get back to when we were young

Just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil, yeah

Mother Mother The Cry Forum

I stare at the populous in prayer, I look at ‘em talking to the air

I sing for ‘em, they don’t seem to hear, I cry for ‘em

Are they in outer space on a populous parade?

Are they in some kind of race that I do not have the legs for?

I’m not one to kill joy, but I’m just digging pro-choice

Let the mamas run, am I wrong?

I saw my mama’s inheritance, stone wall unilateral descent

Vultures and a piggy in a pen, I cry for ‘em

Are they all out of touch? Are they touching it too much?

Are they on some kind of drug that I haven’t done enough of?

I’m not one to judge, I just like to make fun of

Everybody and their dog, am I wrong?

I cry for ‘em, I try for ‘em, speak my mind for ‘em, at the cry forum

Are they all out of turn? Are they ever going to learn

About the fires that might burn, about the feelings that might hurt me?

I’m not one to turn green, but I think I feel envy for the stony ones

“Als allen om U heen zich reeds verloren achten

en gij alleen de kop nog boven water houdt,

als gij van niemand meer vertrouwen moogt verwachten

en enkel op Uzelf als op een rotssteen bouwt,

als gij geduldig zijt en spoed en nijd kunt laten,

Als gij belogen wordt en U niet liegend wreekt,

als gij de haat aanvaardt, dit zonder zelf te haten,

U niet op wijsheid roemt, noch van uw deugden spreekt”

[by Rudyard Kipling]

Mother Mother Love It Dissipates

If you were a country, I’d be your flag

If you were a smoke, I’d be your drag

And if you were a junkie, I’d be your fix

If you were a critic, I’d be your pick

I mean what I say

When I say I’d be your anything

Baby, if you were a picture, I’d be your frame

If you were the wounded, I’d be your pain

Ya ya ya

If you were so funny, I’d be your joke

If you had the money, well we both might be broke

And if you were a gun, I’d be your kill

If you were the party, I’d be the pills

I mean what I say

When I say I’d be your everything

Oh baby, if you were a convict, I’d be your cell

If you were a housewife, I’d be your living hell

I mean what I say

When I say

Love it dissipates

Mother Mother Very Good Bad Thing

It is a shame to see this go

But with a dig in the grave

Diggin’ the black hole

It was insane, the way we’d roll

You know the world at large

Is like a little rag doll

We were the big, bad pitbull

Try to get out but we just keep stickin’ around

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

I am in pain to see this go

But we were putting a hole in our hearts,

With a poison arrow

It was deranged the way we’d roll

You know that everything around was like a little bitty town

We were the old tornado

Try to get out but we just keep stickin’ around

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

Try to get out but we just stay stuck on the ground, layin’ down

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

Stay another day, stay another night

I’ve got some cigarettes, I’ve got some stuff to try

We’ll make sick silhouettes (sick, sick silhouettes)

We’ll make our mamas cry

We’ll play Russian roulette (play Russian roulette)

We’ll play ’til we die

Die die d-die d-d-die die

You and I’m

Gonna kill you yeah

You gonna kill me, true

Gonna leave a little note

Just a little bad poem

Gonna say true love is just a good bad joke

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Try to get out but we just keep stickin’ around

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

Try to get out but we just stay stuck on the ground, foolin’ around

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

(Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found)

Cuz it is a very good bad thing we’ve found

Mother Mother Alone And Sublime

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

This is a spilling of the heart,

With no intent to fall apart.

I don’t feel like I’m even here.

You may just watch me disappear.

I wonder, did they make me right?

Aren’t I supposed to wanna fight for love?

And life? Everything that people say is right?

Am I so wrong to cry only when there’s something in my eye?

Am I to die alone and sublime?

She said, hey, you can get rid of me.

So I said, it’s time for you to leave.

I threw a pebble in a stream,

And let it go about as easily as love that might prosper,

All the things they sing about in gospels.

Am I so awful, to stumble only when I’m walking with another?

Is it a blunder to die alone and sublime?

Sublime.

Alone and sublime.

Alone and sublime.

Alone and sublime.

Mmm, mmm, mmm

This is a spilling of the guts.

Without intent to make a fuss.

I feel like I ain’t even here.

You may just watch me disappear.