Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still i don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone

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Waking up with an ugly face
Winston churchhill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
i just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones

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Father theresa, you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see it's me
You know it's time to let me go

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