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Shovels & Rope

Mother's Scorn

 

Mother's Scorn

(álbum: Shovels & Rope - 2008)


Well Cinderella was a-running back home she has never met quite a prince
Looked in the mirror had a shower, scrubbing hard but could not wash off his fingerprints
She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound
Quiet like a mouse but her heart was beating loud
Above the above the tile there was a medicine cabinet grabbed a razor held it to her wrist
Oh grabbed a razor held it to her wrist

So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn

In the kitchen's where the mother found her lying looking just like she had seen a ghost
She tried to shake her but she knew that what had happened was the one thing she had feared the most
She didn't speak, didn't wanna tell
But hid it in her stomach where it tortured her to hell
It was an instant decision influenced by the division of the people and the holy host
The people and the holy host

So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn

So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore
Because a change is one the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckoning is coming to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn
For mother's scorn [x5]

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