| Your Mother's Fault |
Don't talk about the days gone by
like nothing better lies ahead.
Don't talk about the days to come,
and spend another day in bed.
It's not that better days aren't going to come,
but would you even know they're here?
It's just that better days have come and gone
and turned into a better year.
It's not your mother's fault
that everything you touch just falls apart.
It's not your father's fault
that every time a good thing comes, it goes.
Don't talk about your hopeful revolution,
when you don't even have ambition enough to call it
prostitution.
Spread your legs if you want power, girl.
I know you've done it before.
You found a fat man, signed a pre-nup,
now you think you're not a whore.
Am I too blind? Am I too blind
to show the way?
like nothing better lies ahead.
Don't talk about the days to come,
and spend another day in bed.
It's not that better days aren't going to come,
but would you even know they're here?
It's just that better days have come and gone
and turned into a better year.
It's not your mother's fault
that everything you touch just falls apart.
It's not your father's fault
that every time a good thing comes, it goes.
Don't talk about your hopeful revolution,
when you don't even have ambition enough to call it
prostitution.
Spread your legs if you want power, girl.
I know you've done it before.
You found a fat man, signed a pre-nup,
now you think you're not a whore.
Am I too blind? Am I too blind
to show the way?