And now that we're an institution We have been rotting ourselves from the receptionist up Calling on a family lawyer To cut out the cancer instead of putting you in the ground But you don't want to know where my head is at And you, would rather leave it alone Mummas at the top of the stairs again Mummas at the top of the stairs again Calling out to see if I care again Calling out to see if I care, I care Mummas at the top of the stairs again Kicking at the legs of the chairs again She's calling out to see if I care again Swinging at the top of the stairs, the stairs But you don't wanna know where my head is at And you, would rather leave it alone Na na na na na... Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle? Where's the miracle?