Mrs Mac şarkı sözleri

Plucked from the nest, body scrubbed bare Led gently down the narrow stairs The grinding of teeth, scraping of feet Pulling hard against the empty streets But here will be learned the lessons of life Feels like something is dying Father waves goodbye I just want to run home to cry Tiny I shrink, huge they grow Ugly kids in duffle coats Plimsolls made from tar and rope Mouths washed out with carbolic soap Mrs Mac, Mrs Mac, answer back And you'll get more than a whack! In my shorts, on my knees Swallowing liver, kidneys and greens Tears fall onto my plate Mrs Mac's boot is in my face Stocky, short tempered, spiteful and mean She's a fierce fucking fighting machine She'll fuck you up, she'll grind you down It'll cost you a fortune to figure it out Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac Mrs Mac