| So you think you know how to wipe your own nose
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| So you think you know how to button your clothes
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| You udon’t know shit
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| If you hadn’t already guessed
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| You’re just a bump on the log of life
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| 'Cos Mother knows best
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| She tells everybody she ws born in a ditch
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| She backcombs her hair till she looks like a witch
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| Wolves in her train, serpents suckle at her breast
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| Don’t forget to wsh behind your ears
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| 'Cos Mother knows best
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| O you lost your job, well ain’t that a shame
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| Got nobody but youself to blame
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| You deserve everything you get for such carelessness
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| And don’t eat your peas off the knife
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| O Mother knows best
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| So your baby’s hungry
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| So your baby’s sick
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| Don’t make babies, that’ll do the trick
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| Put another string of barbed wire in your little love nest
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| It’s better than a cardboard box
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| Mother knows best
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| She got a zombie army to serve her well
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| She got a thousand bloodhounds from the gates of Hell
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| She got a hundred black horses with sulphur and coal on their breath
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| And she rides the unbelievers down
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| Mother knows best
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| She says, bring me your first-born
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| I’ll suck their blood
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| Bring me your poor
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| I can trample in the mud
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| Bring me your visionaries
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| I can puthout their eyes
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| Bring me your scholars
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| I’ll have them all lobotomised
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| Mother knows best |