Stay-at-home Mom 歌詞

Why didn't you kill yourself today? What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart? How Anne Hathaway, How Peg Bundy Thou art. Hey Sugar: Prove to me that the air you breathe Wasn't better served by the leaves of a tree. You're but a breeder, Tax break receiver With menopause sweats A TV tray and a mosh pit son Who wastes the marrow of his bones Jumping into these drums. Please tell him: Don't stand so (no) Don't stand so (close) Don't stand so close to me. See, I know your children Because I've been your children And us children, hopeful children Ain't worth the stretch marks baby. 'Cause we may sing these songs of protest, Cast our ballots, too Forgo meat and Ride our bikes and Get our band's stupid tattoo But it means nothing, Nothing, When we get eaten by the sun. Que sera Que sera For, whatever there is will soon be all gone. So what's wrong With a song That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long? A purpose? You want a reason? Stop believing. Or stop needing the answers. There are no answers Except the sun, the sun, the sun. While you sit on your couch And wait up for your boy We're polluting his mind with this