Mothersound,
What have they done to you?
Your withering away in the cold…
Mothersound!
Once again the world’s molested you
And took your soul…
I, have done this for the sound,
Have done this for the sake of you,
The sake of me…
And you can mark my fucking words,
«We aren’t a mock-supposed to be»,
And we’re here to rouse the rabble,
Thanks to you,
We get our ace fix
For Exposing what you are
and what you’ve done,
you’ve poisoned the litter
No better time, than now
To change what has been written;
and what has been taught,
to those who would not have known
better
I, have done this for the sound,
Have done this for the sake of you,
the sake of me,
and you can mark my fucking words,
«We aren’t a mock-supposed to be»,
and We’re here to rouse the rabble.
ooooooohhhhh….
I, have done this for the sound,
Have done this for the sake of you,
the sake of me,
and you can mark my fucking words,
«We aren’t a mock-supposed to be»,
And we’re here to rouse the rabble! x2
(Bass, guitars, and drums finish the song)
