Dommy Dearest

Mommy's got to go to work
She has lots of little boys to hurt
Kiss my boots before I walk
Over and over and over while they gawk

Would you fall over me
Would you crawl under me

There's so much pain in the world
I want to shape it into something good
If all the hate were to furl
I'd stamp it away like no one else could

I've heard the upper crust beg
I've made roses out of shame
Fingers pricked along the thorns
The blood and tears from husks I've shorn



Credits
Writer(s): James Rhine Jr.
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