Did you question your mother
Did she really believe
That all she does is sing and make you weep
And she cannot do better?

Our minds in sync
For twenty years in bliss
But now she knows I'm a freak and spends obscene
On the drink to get thin

You're sad in battle
And dad's in a cage
And all she's does is take to the stage to pour the pain
Into the next bottle

Weep to mother
Mummy knows best
But mummy's scream is her last breath
Because under my roof we know better.