She likes to talk about her dad

and all the different jobs he had

And all the times he turned to her and said

someday you'll be a mother

Mother Fucker

And every time she speaks in words

It's garbled, shaky, and she's heard

That all the things she knows are true about her mother

Mother Fucker

She lies. Oh yes she lies.

When she was four she had a farm

and all the animals were made of plastic

Like the teeth inside the head within the mouth

Crush crush crush just like her mother

Mother Fucker

She tried to see beneath the stone

that father spat on all alone

And all she got was father's spit

which used to coat the body of her mother

Mother Fucker