Mother… Mother! Mother! Mother! Can you change my bandages, my back is scabbing over Oh no! Not now! My fingers have fused together and the ball games tomorrow! Don't look! Don't touch! Talk to the boy whose skin is falling off… Thinking of what to say to a batch of mummified children Needing more bandages than a whore has pap smears! I think I feel a little ill from the sight of these skinless creatures Watching their own mothers hold back their tears Excuse me mam… I seem to have puked all over your kid!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
