mommy, i don't trust the government.

mommy used to do a lot of crazy things,
and mommy used to sing a lot of silly hymns.
she'd belt them from the top of the stairs to anyone who wished to hear.
wishing that someome would save her and take away her fear.
mommy used to see a lot of crazy folk,
and mommy used to watch a lot of crazies choke.
so where is mommy now? can she hear what i am saying?
where is mommy now, well i'm in the street just playing.

mommy's asleep. she's tucked in her bed.
there's plenty of valium inside of her head.
mommy's just taking a nap.
mommy will be coming back.
i can't see speckles in mommy's glass eyes.
who's going to hold me if my mommy dies?