Mother's eyes are veined and watching
She hears all of our talking
Mother's hair and thoughts are tangled
Like a car crash, meat and metal mangled

Mother's womb is taut and swollen
She engenders blind children
Their mouths are opening wide
Spits all her ideas inside

Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping
Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping

Mother sits in white house chairs
Makes all the bedwetters scared
Mother's words manifest in rocks
Carved by men with broken cocks

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a zoo or TV
People come here with their families, watch me
Wary of associative speech
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes

We rent churches to fuck and make money in
Then send the kids to their room, go watch TV
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes

Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand