So you think you know how to wipe your own nose? You think you know how to button your clothes? You don't know shit if you hadn't already guessed You're just a bump on the log of life, 'cause mother knows best
She tells everybody she was born in a ditch She back-combs her hair 'til she looks like a witch Wolves in her train, serpents suckle at her breast Don't forget to wash behind your ears, 'cause mother knows best
Oh you lost your job, well ain't that a shame? You got nobody but yourself to blame You deserve everything you get for such a carelessness And don't eat your peas off the knife, 'cause mother knows best
So your baby's hungry, so your baby's sick? Don't make babies, that'll do the trick Put another string of barbed wire in your little love nest It's better than a cardboard box, 'cause mother knows best
She got a zombie army to serve her well She got a thousand bloodhounds from the Gates of Hell She got a hundred black horses with sulphur and coal on their breath And she rides the unbelievers down, mother knows best
She says "Bring me your first-born, and I'll suck their blood Bring me your poor, I can trample in the mud Bring me your visionaries, I can put out their eyes And bring me your scholars, I'll have them all lobotomised." 'Cause mother knows bestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
