Therapy Bad Mother
It’s a beautiful dayBut I don’t see it that wayThe sky’s too brightFor my tired eyes to takeAnd I wish I was homeI’m edgy cramped and cold
Trying to keep down the thingsThat you keep wanting to throw up
You only mean it
Cos you look like JesusYou really mean itWhen you look like Jesus
In your retirement homeWatching your wanting to dieThis thing has suckedAll the dignity from your life
And this used to be fun
This used to be what you wantNow its just the same As everything, you run away
You only mean itIf you look like JesusYou really mean itCos you look like Jesus
The vicious vulgar colours clashLike the twelfth day of JulyLeft abandoned in a fieldEndless wailing scaring meI could see beyond the fieldBeing left alone in lonely summerI am stuck out hereWaiting for you to take me home
You only mean it If you look like Jesus
You only mean it If you look like JesusYou only mean it Cos you look like JesusYou only mean it Cos you look like JesusYou only mean it Cos you look like JesusYou really mean it cos you look like JesusYou only mean it Cos you look like JesusYou really mean, you really mean it cos you look like JesusYou really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean it (I’m falling)You really mean itYou really mean it
