She likes to talk about her dad
   and all the different jobs he had
   And all the times he turned to her and said
   someday you'll be a mother
   Mother Fucker
   And every time she speaks in words
   It's garbled, shaky, and she's heard
   That all the things she knows are true about her mother
   Mother Fucker
   She lies.  Oh yes she lies.
   When she was four she had a farm
   and all the animals were made of plastic
   Like the teeth inside the head within the mouth
   Crush crush crush just like her mother
   Mother Fucker
   She tried to see beneath the stone
   that father spat on all alone
   And all she got was father's spit
   which used to coat the body of her mother
   Mother Fucker.