Dear Mother

Please mother hit me

It's what I need

Your strikes are painless

For I have more tricks up my sleeve

Someday you'll see I've my own bag of tricks

I'm stronger than I was before

I'm sure that you'll be doing well

While your sweet children burn in hell

A burden that you wish you could ignore

Dear mother I have no religion

And I know that I won't burn in hell

And I know that I'm always forgiven

But you'll always question yourself

Please mother hit me

It's what I need

Your blows are sunshine

Beaming on atomic seed

Go get your jollies from your crucifix

It's always saved your soul before

I'm sure that you'll be doing well

While your sweet children burn in hell

A burden that you wish you could ignore

Dear mother I have no religion

And I know that I won't burn in hell

And I know that I'm always forgiven

But you'll always question yourself

Yes you'll always question yourself