Mother

Mother, when the water breathes in cold
Mother, when the shoreline’s painted red
Do you still claim your hold
Mother, why would we infect the sea
And mother don’t you think
That things are tough enough for me

Mother, why do you insist on drought
Mother, there’s a world to rape
And I’ve got my work cut out
I don’t need your help
To make things tough
So, mother, take your hand out
Of my pocket if you like it
Well enough

Mother, there’s a hole above our heads
I’m the one who put it there
And I’m the one who’ll shake the beds
We’re spinning
On frayed and thinning thread
Oh, yeah
Or at least I’ve read

Mother, when you waste a million trees
Well isn’t it ironic
How we’ve learned
To do the same striptease
We’ve employed the amazon full time
And you, you’re burning holes in Yellowstone
And no one makes a dime

Mother, I don’t get how you make out
Someone’s got to have it all
And someone’s got to do without
We’re spinning
On a frail and thinning doubt
Oh ooh
(Well but is that turning I’ll be?)
Ooh yeah
(Oh must do make then a speak)
And I feel left out
I do, I do

M is for the murder of the forests
O is for the oceans black with foam
T is for the truth that never happens in our lives
H is for the harm we do ourselves
When we are left alone
E is for the everyman who wonders
How I can affect something so obviously overblown?
R is for the reason
We’ve fought throughout the seasons

Mother, there’s a hole above our heads
I’m the one who put it there
And I’m the one who’ll shake the beds
We’re spinning
On a frayed and thinning thread
Ooh

(Mother, there’s a hole above our heads)
Mother, there’s a hole above our heads
I’m the one who put it there
And I’m the one who’ll shake the beds
We’re spinning
On a frayed and thinning thread
Oh ooh
(Well but is that turning it I’ll be?)
Ooh yeah
(Oh must do make then a speak)
Or at least I’ve read

Mother
Mother