Mother Where are You Today?
You Took a piece of me the day you went away
No reccolection no smell of perfume
I took the piece of you the day i left the womb
Brother put you neddles down
the best things for is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you'll had kids to feed
If you see mother, Tell her i get sick
Please Don't Worry, i am doing fine
You're to busy to even find the time
So use your chemicals and take this to you grave
the boys you left are men you didn't raise
And Daddy How are you today?
you Must proud of the boys that you have raised
You withered hearts, and evrything it see
Your Guts and callisses, You had kids To Feed
You Had Kids to feed