Lyrics Mothers' Day - Superbutt

Mothers' Day

Hide from your eagles, run from your fate
As fast as you can, before it’s too late
It will not be long till we gracefully hit the bottom at this rate
It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust
At any rate
Hide from your eagles, run from your fate
As fast as you can, before it’s too late
It will not be long till we gracefully scratch the bottom at this rate
It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust
At any rate
Overestimate
You can’t overestimate
The power of sickness and the weakness of reason
And the devout smile as we kneel down to pray
Bless the brother, who climbed a rock
Bless him to find anything to say
The force of sickness and the weakness of mind
And the twisted grin as we kneel down to pray
Bless the sister who bore a wolf
And celebrates on Mothers' Day