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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 |
