Mama said, pour me some wine son And you can have a sip for your self Mama said, do your homework And you can watch TV all you want Mama said, do what I say or I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you Mama said, this is normal-see You don't have it as bad as the other kids on the block So then we all pretended that I grew up Mama said, I got a letter today Says you've cut 187 out of 190 days Mama said, we've noticed lately You have no interest in gainful employment Mama said, it's time to lock you up Make your round brain fit in a square hole I said, sure thing, I'm just gonna play one last show In the city, but you know, I didn't ever go home again I stopped pretending that I had a family We all pretend, that we love our children Until they show any signs of having their own will Then we beat them, into submission We beat them into the superior ways of our way of thinking 4,000 kids are murdered by their parents each year.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
