Mama

You walk around with shit in your diaper
You work hard but you don’t have the guts.
6 in the morning, metal underwear
You were checking her out, but not to chat.
You nod off with the ones below and go
patching up streets with your junk.
Bad company will split your mouth in two
and on the fancy TV, they gift you a vase.
Hell's bells and rock 'n' roll plays
puff out your chest, tough player.
The looker’s aiming, your little act is on
she brings her hips and the dark guy drags on.
Mama, this funnel's sucking me in and...
Mama, this funnel's sucking me in and ma...
ma...
The commotion makes you flutter
and you down liters without a breath.
Internal mishap, you gotta bend down...
everything in life always gets solved the same way.
You walk around with shit in your diaper
You work hard but you don’t have the guts.
6 in the morning, metal underwear
You were checking her out, but not to chat.
Mama, this funnel's sucking me in and...
Mama, this funnel's sucking me in and ma...
The drizzle soaked my heart,
you won’t have to wait anymore,
the drizzle soaked...
Mama...
The drizzle soaked my heart...