Mothership - Screaming Females

The blood of family doesn’t help

I put myself back on the shelf

If Mother knows best, then Mother knows why

The Earth spun flat and the Sun burns dry

The blood of family doesn’t help

I put myself back on the shelf

If Mother knows best, then Mother knows why

You have found the monsters that make us wonder

Who has human skin?

The mistakes born

Make you so very happy

In a dog pile of great men

I tried my best

To make it home

And your services

I’ll cut them off

Pull me out of the stairs

Oh, the truth

I have found the people that live inside

Those dust balloons on Mars

Never mind the boring fortunate fathers

Processed in the morgues

Based in different houses that a ran a road

Between yours and mine

Feigning smiles in the vast echo of space

And biding all our time