Lyrics Mother of the Mad - Swingin Utters

Mother of the Mad

Now you can’t help feelin' you’re the mother of the mad
While Market Street’s reelin' in memory of the dead
And Capp Street’s greeting the tourists with good head
You got your fix with the tricks that put you on your death bed
Life moves along and the trains are backing up
And accidents will happen you can bet you’re on them
Pills in your coffee and liven up your cup
The mother of the mad needs the stimulant to love
Mother of the mad
Sister of the sad
Brother of the bad
And it’s the only father you will ever have
I was lost for words and the screams were curious
Giddy for the girls who found me hideous
Wishing for a world that would spin less furious
Because the money and time spent has become too obvious
The lesson and the leash, the leader and the led
Smith and Wesson teach the bleeder to be bled
Reasons out of reach, feeders overfed
If you catch the mumbled speech, the jargon’s overhead
Mother of the mad
Sister of the sad
Brother of the bad
And it’s the only father you will ever have