Not all people love their mothers.
Teachers would tell you, priests ordering you to love
Love and respect your fucking mothers.
Not I, I hate my mother.
That demented old hag
Who'd shout every little thing you adore
Like it was a fucking mistake.
Fuck you you stupid baby machine
And your lies you would sputter
In my weary, grown up ears
Well I'm no child
And you're no god
There is no god
You're no holy
Your tongue's holey
Your breasts are soggy.
Fuck you you stupid baby machine.