"Send A Card To Your Mother" lyrics
I took it all the way
Up to the mountain
Up the ridgeline
And the alabaster pass
How long, how long
Has the whole world waited
Just to kick my ass?
And decay is epidemic lately
While the song we love it plays
And plays and plays
In tears, we stand bereft
Watching everything we stood for burn away
But the sun upon the Newfound water
In the cool part of the day
Looks pretty great. Nothing truer
Than to know it's all supposed to be this way
And how is it I see that little star?
And how's it feel to be the way you are?
Holy mama
Sprung lovingly out of New England arms
I guess it's probably safe
To be one of the faithful
To get some egg on my face
For not being more grateful
Well, in school, your buddies loved to play their pranks
And old Jesse James, he loved to take a bank
Pete the Elder paints
And Dottie Day's the latest of the saints
The Biebs thinks that he needs to be adored
Poor Maga Mike would like to be employed
Bird scored for the Celts
While Hammer, he cold kicks it for the Lord
King Arthur killed the English with his sword
George Jones was known to kill with just his voice
He left the crowd in tears
Then fucked off to the bar to get destroyed
Sing a serpentine song
Send a card to your mother
Brighten up, buckaroo
What did you think – she'd get younger?
Dear mother
I don't want to see you go
It's not something you say to someone's face
Thank you. Thank you, though
For getting me into the human race
Now my heart is full, but fully broken
And my home is a heaven
With hints of hell
My girl's got my back
And my life is a lemon
And a peach as well
And I hit my head on every ceiling
I wake so tired
High-five the sky above
Let the day slip by
Sleep like a bum
In a house made of love
Up to the mountain
Up the ridgeline
And the alabaster pass
How long, how long
Has the whole world waited
Just to kick my ass?
And decay is epidemic lately
While the song we love it plays
And plays and plays
In tears, we stand bereft
Watching everything we stood for burn away
But the sun upon the Newfound water
In the cool part of the day
Looks pretty great. Nothing truer
Than to know it's all supposed to be this way
And how is it I see that little star?
And how's it feel to be the way you are?
Holy mama
Sprung lovingly out of New England arms
I guess it's probably safe
To be one of the faithful
To get some egg on my face
For not being more grateful
Well, in school, your buddies loved to play their pranks
And old Jesse James, he loved to take a bank
Pete the Elder paints
And Dottie Day's the latest of the saints
The Biebs thinks that he needs to be adored
Poor Maga Mike would like to be employed
Bird scored for the Celts
While Hammer, he cold kicks it for the Lord
King Arthur killed the English with his sword
George Jones was known to kill with just his voice
He left the crowd in tears
Then fucked off to the bar to get destroyed
Sing a serpentine song
Send a card to your mother
Brighten up, buckaroo
What did you think – she'd get younger?
Dear mother
I don't want to see you go
It's not something you say to someone's face
Thank you. Thank you, though
For getting me into the human race
Now my heart is full, but fully broken
And my home is a heaven
With hints of hell
My girl's got my back
And my life is a lemon
And a peach as well
And I hit my head on every ceiling
I wake so tired
High-five the sky above
Let the day slip by
Sleep like a bum
In a house made of love
