Dear Mother (This Album Is Not For The Squeamish)
Adelleda
Live like a legend and die like an asshole.nYou dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes.nThe revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod.nPut fists up like like I got, now gimme the loot.nnHow I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it.nGot me curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read:nDear mother, I sold my soul for management.nnFog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural.nThose timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits.nAnd past the smoke hands the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel.nVerse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom.nnHow I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it.nGot you curled up in the shower scratching letters that read:nDear mother, I sold my soul for management.
Lyrics by Adelleda
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