| Mother, you were first upon the beach
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| You stormed the wake boards and the free bar at Normandy
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| Where they shot at Grandpa’s head while he screamed
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| «If I ever get through this, I will be a good book salesman»
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| And when he survived he kept his promise gratefully
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| And he lived and died serving money and making his family
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| And he wanted you to do the same, but times change
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| You serve yourself, you serve yourself
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| But Mother, Mother I am becoming another family
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| I kept none of your strange advice — and let the bad drift right up out of sight
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| Out of my atmosphere before it choked me and killed me
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| Like your servant did to you on your vacation when your too-late reformation
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| Left you bronzed for dead by the pool in the April heat
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| In a spring setting records every second until you grilled like meat
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| And I helped myself
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| (Outro)
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| But everything that came after that was
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| (unintelligible)
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother
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| Another mother |