Mother mother, i just don't feel one of a kind
Life is serious but not like hell
Sunday morning comes, how i ring i am hearing the bell
The people the street
The cats and the dogs who i'd like to meet
Mother mother, mother oh mother
Life is serious but not like sex
Close my eyes hold my tongue, in the darkness it's best
So i can think of cherie
And work out my work what you mean to me
Mother mother, mother oh mother
I'm serious
What do you think your life for?
I'm fucking serious
Life is serious, a work of art
Masturbation speculation comes from the heart
That humourless mush
That beats to the drum that cram into crush.
Mother mother, mother oh mother
I'm serious
What do you think your life for?
I'm fucking serious
