| She’s a dead beat mom, a one woman pogrom
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| A tri-polar paradigm, a lunatika time bomb
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| When everything is alright, she makes everything wrong
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| Living only to spite and spit napalm, she’s a dead beat mom
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| She’s a dead beat mom, she’s a dead beat mom
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| She’s a dead beat mom, a storm without a calm
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| VPA and Lithium is what she should be on
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| An emotional vacuum, a good vibe tampon
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| She got her degree in poisonous pedagogy
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| A course taught by her mom
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| Someone stop her before she destroys
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| The childhoods of my two boys
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| My sons mean everything to me
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| So I pray for some agency to tell her that she’s wrong
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| But the Dead Beat Mom isn’t able to hack it
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| She needs to be in a Prada straight jacket
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| A padded rubber room is where she belong
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| It’s a perfect place for, maybe add some mace for
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| The Dead Beat Mom, she’s my Vietnam
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| I got PTSD and an STD
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| Is everything ok?
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| NO EVERYTHING IS WRONG
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| Last week I saw her humming this song
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| She’s a dead beat mom, she’s a dead beat mom
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| She’s a dead beat mom, she’s a dead beat mom |