Don't think about the slaughter, think about your teeth
Think about the cool kids, begging for a handshake
What about the coal mines all our shit relies on
The cuteness in everything of plastic
It's gonna be the big bang banging on your wall
Don't think about the laughter, think about the horror
Somewhere on the gamut all of us reside on
The porcelain bird and the nylons
Uh, give me a minute
Mother said
To not waste too much time on the living
Mother said
Times are strange, strange
Times are strange, strange
Think about the footprint of everything you made
Don't think about the weather, but think about the shame
What about the the coke head talking of salvation
Betting on the future, think about the headline
You take the dog out to feel where the wind's at
Swallow a finger to see what you're made of
Go and blend into the carpet, like
Butter bowing to the butter knife
Uh, give me a minute
Mother said
Do not spend too much time on the living
Mother said
Do spend some on your own
Everything is ruined, but it's great
Just don't spend too much time among the living
Mama sagt
Times are strange, strange
Times are strange, strange
Times are strange, strange
Times are strange, strange