Mother's Sick

(альбом: Words Are Dead - 2006)

Mother's sick. She's gone mad
A daughter's tricked, she's been had
Life just don't always fold up neat
Sadness will come in different sheets

As blue eyes state, on your father's face
Hides some grace
All those years your youth has stole
How your wife and your body
Has taken toll, toll, toll

Grab your mother, bring her ears
Tell her things she'll never hear
Like how her bark, it has calmed
Before her bite, bite, bite

Mother's sick. She's gone mad
A daughter's tricked, she's been had
Life just don't always fold up neat
Sadness will come in different sheets

As blue eyes state, on your father's face
Hides some grace
All those years your youth has stole
How your wife and your body
Has taken toll, toll, toll

Grab your mother, bring her ears
Tell her things she'll never hear
Like how her bark, it has calmed
Before her bite, bite, bite

We're beat, beat, beat asleep on feet
Goodnight, night, night let's calm this fight