Illusion, melodrama, fearful panorama,
The mind of Crazy Mother Ash,
Mother-stupid for the fucking
While God be telling little embryo 'the world is yours',
Mamas gonna need you,
To dry the tear-drops from her shoes.
On her own, dealing with the truth,
Standing at the mirror reminiscing days of thinner,
Waiting for a caller, a father with a dollar, or a glance.
Do you prefer to dance? You'll be wearing neon.
Are you thirsty? Mama has a drug store in her tits,
Another lover in her lips, to stay alive.
Now she can buy new glasses,
To read the classifieds. Or die!
Just one after, who needs more!

What's going on down under?
Voices in her stomach getting louder.
Maybe they're awake!
It's time to watch cartoons.

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