Mother's Scorn
Well Cinderella was a-runing back home she never met quite a prince
Looked in the mirror had a shower scrubbin' hard but could not wash off his finger prints
She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound
Quiet like a mouse bur her heart was beatin' loud
Above the-above the tile there was a medicine cabinet grabbed razor held it to her wrist
Oh grabbed a razor held it to her wrist
So don't you lay those hallelujah on those babies anymore
Because a change is on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn
In the kitchens where the mother found her lyin' just like she has 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
Oh the people and the Holy Host
So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore
Because a change is on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' 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 on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn.
Looked in the mirror had a shower scrubbin' hard but could not wash off his finger prints
She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound
Quiet like a mouse bur her heart was beatin' loud
Above the-above the tile there was a medicine cabinet grabbed razor held it to her wrist
Oh grabbed a razor held it to her wrist
So don't you lay those hallelujah on those babies anymore
Because a change is on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn
In the kitchens where the mother found her lyin' just like she has 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
Oh the people and the Holy Host
So don't you lay those hallelujahs on those babies anymore
Because a change is on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' 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 on the wind and someone's gonna start a war
And a reckonin' is comin' to the foot of your front door
A settled score, for a mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn
For the mother's scorn.
Credits
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
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