Tell me sweet mother
whats going on
Theres knives in my bed
and ******* in your head
there must be something wrong
For those balloons you bought me
Theyre going dead
Just like the memories and hopes you gave me
The house is up in smoke-just like your lungs
All i smell is death and  ******* dung
tell me sweet mother
what is so wrong
with this facade of a childhood song