mother mother, i just don't feel one of a kindnnnnlife is serious but not like hellnnsunday morning comes, how i ring i am hearing the bellnnthe people the streetnnthe cats and the dogs who i'd like to meetnnnnmother mother, mother oh mothernnnnlife is serious but not like sexnnclose my eyes hold my tongue, in the darkness it's bestnnso i can think of Cheriennand work out my work what you mean to mennnnmother mother, mother oh mothernnnni'm seriousnnwhat do you think your life for?nni'm fucking seriousnnnnlife is serious, a work of artnnmasturbation speculation comes from the heartnnthat humourless mushnnthat beats to the drum that cram into crush.nnnni'm seriousnnwhat do you think your life for?nni'm fucking serious