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