Oh Mother

I was born in the buttocks of this holy empire

I was born in the backseat while my dad changed the tire

She was pregnant as a river on a spring day

And I was fightin' like a dam to keep it that way

And Oh, Mother, why must this all change? It's so warm and it's wet

And the meals are pre-arranged and the hope remains

On, mother, to fall in love

Oh, Mother, I want to fall in love

Early adolescence seems unnaturally cruel

When you can't play the scholar and you can't play the fool