Mothers humor, take a listen Cuts with precision her voice is her religion Tells them dirty, dries you out your thirsty In the garden party Slip away and play barbie Master bedroom, since the womb She gets it all, mother you stand so tall Crowd gets bigger, listen close she whispers Laughs get loud, she loves the fucking crowd She knows it all, her brains on overhaul Thank god for you, your god is you Mothers humor Makes you wonder If she ever Chose to love you never