She sticks bubblegum in the bullet hole
So the boys can't look at her no more
And she growls with loneliness
And drags her piano across the floor
Looks at the bomb damaged chandelier
Beneath the flickering light she gathers her gear
Dancing a pogrom in a time of war
And you can't find a mother here tonight
And you can't find a prayer without a fight
She's posing for the war room painters
Her bed filled with gay provocateurs
And no-one's safe around her lips
She lays naked on her hands and purrs
Turns off the news just to get some rest
Screams into her pillow Infinite Jest
A kid in the back room Googles Yom Kippur
And you can't find a mother here tonight
You can't find a prayer without a fight
And Bluebeard's knocking on your door for your rent in favours
She plays piano with the silent pedal to the floor
And how comes she's beautiful in the dark
Beauty inspires the world when its down
And the scared ones are feminising their gestures
Better play the blues and pass it round
Oh take it to the street it'll be enough
The first casualty of war is always love
Between the screams silence is at its most profound
And you can't find a mother here tonight
And you can't find a prayer without a fight
And you can't find a mother here tonight
And you can't find a prayer without a fight