Mother
Mother
(Sung arrogantly)
The heat keeps rising; it’s almost too late now.
It’s not surprising we ignore it anyhow
We can’t back off now; there’s money to be made.
We won’t take no bow; we’re going to get paid.
(Quiet; apologetic)
I have carved upon your face, Mother,
Winning this human race, Mother.
But I have to keep the pace, Mother,
I know it’s a disgrace, Mother…
Please forgive me…
The kid needs the new phone, car is a year old.
There’s still a green zone, I don’t need to be told,
That the polar bears are hungry and the whales are
frightened too.
But I am only one man, what am I supposed to do?
I have carved upon your face, Mother,
Winning this human race, Mother.
But I have to keep the pace, Mother,
I know it’s a disgrace, Mother…
Please forgive me…
(Instruments jam a
short one. High energy end into - )
(Angry, frustrated)
I have carved upon your face, Mother,
Winning this human race, Mother.
But I have to keep the pace, Mother,
I know it’s a disgrace, Mother…
Please forgive me…
(Quietly)
Please forgive me…
Mother?
Cliff Lake 9/14/2019
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