All my life Everything's been after me I just refused to see Take me in from the storm Come and rescue me Under the wings of mother mary Here is where It goes on and on and on Beneath the tree of heaven

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay

Mother of us all Place of our birth We all are witness To the rape of the world How can we stand aside And watch the rape of the wold This the beginning of the end This the most heinous of crimes This the deadliest of sins

Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep

Don't go chasin' waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast A lonely mother gazin' out of the window Staring at her son that she

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

Left their letters in the sand Such waste of life Dreams of freedom turned to dust how many wasted lives How many dreams did fade away Broken promises They won't be coming home Oh mothers wipe your tears

Son, look at you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me