3E - Mars/Thomas Leer
Mother said I don't like the way
You always want to stay in bed
I don't mind the service
But I think you're getting overfed
I said Mama
This is better than a girl
Because from this standpoint
I can understand the world
You're not suppose to break your toys
Drop the papers make the noise
It's too much mystery to always only see half a face
Out on the street marching unrestrained the human race
All this ceaseless motion takes all my might
Close the curtains give up the light
Take the file smooth me down
Drop the bodies on the town
The wall cries out
Hey pal I'm starving how about something to eat
Opens up his lips tunnel tongue regurgitates the street
Mother unbondaged mouth wakes up the hand
Underneath the steps
Trips down the stairs
Drops the milk
Gets the sheets all wet
Mother don't abuse your child
It's not the time to make the smile
