Eight Legged Groove Machine
Mother And I
I'd like to be what some of the fuss is all about,
excuse me mother while I scream and shout,
Pass me the key, I'd like to let myself out and go....
Excuse me, mother, I am only bleeding,
is that a family manual you are reading,
Don't you think that it's a little bit too late?
cos I'm already the consequence of somebody else's fate
It's a mundane experience living with Mother and I,
you'd rather catch something contraversial and die.
Don't you know that it's making me see red
and I doubt if she's heard a silge word that I've said.
Writer(s): Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Martin Richard Gilks, Robert Jones
Copyright: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd. Gb
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