| For My Dead Mother |
| I was born on a pirate ship Moved to a supermarket at age eight For some reason I only skip Other kids call me stupid but my mom thinks I'm great My mom is dead but I still talk to her Like on that one show Providence I talk to her in the supermarket but I sing to her in the shower I play guitar for her whil she sits upon the fence And I sing,"Mother, I'm sorry you're dead It's too bad I shot you in the head I hope that you're happy in your grave It's fun here on Earth when I'm not your slave." My mom likes food and so do I When I eat dinner I save some scraps for mom Mommy, mommy don't you love this lullaby In my mom's car I once planted a bomb And I sing,"Mother, I'm sorry you're dead It's too bad I shot you in the head I hope that you're happy in your grave It's fun here on Earth when I'm not your slave." My mom told me my terroristic actions were cute Then she told me Charles Manson was my real dad Then she was suddenly stricken mute But like my parents the pirates I think murder isn't bad And I sing,"Mother, I'm sorry you're dead It's too bad I shot you in the head I hope that you're happy in your grave It's fun here on Earth when I'm not your slave." |
| Words/music by Emily, Sara, and Joel... |