The noise in this joint is unearthly
And soon I awkwardly say
"Oh look, there it is, my whole life in a ashtray"
I can go back to her that way

Because in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

I know even though she doesn't show it
She grieves sorely for her son
And often walks out to the road
In her old fashioned coat

And in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
How someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

(Under my heart)

In blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

I know she definitely grieves sorely for me
I know shes dirty and angry for me [bad word] back she forgive me so
Motherly, motherly, motherly