Migraine
Wake up to a pounding
To a screaming
Child between your ears
He's an asshole
But he's yours
You can't leave him
Pop another liver killer
Crawl back into the darkness of your room
But he's in your bed
And he's crying
You can't leave him
It was all in the dream
Blame it on the dream'
Mother shot herself in the head
In your dream
Maybe this is how she feels
There's a bitty bullet stuck in your head
In your head
One itty bitty bullet and you'll be dead
That's what they said
But it's a long long way
From the head to the heart
Give it another day
You're not dead
But you are
Living life as a vegetable
The mother, talk about her
Was only trying to bring her child to life
She'd love him
He'd be hers
She'd never leave him
She would love him when she saw him
One arm mangled
Did he have three eyes?
He was ugly
And her husband
Would kill her for this
It was all in the dream
Blame it on the dream
Mother shot herself in the head for the dream
Twenty-five years, and still
There's a bitty bullet stuck in her head
In her head
One itty bitty bullet and she'll be dead
That's what they said
But it's a long long way from the head to the heart
She woke the following day
And was rather alarmed
To be living life as a vegetable
He's still screaming, baby
Even though he's grown
"Mother I know you loved me
I'm not an ugly baby anymore"
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
To a screaming
Child between your ears
He's an asshole
But he's yours
You can't leave him
Pop another liver killer
Crawl back into the darkness of your room
But he's in your bed
And he's crying
You can't leave him
It was all in the dream
Blame it on the dream'
Mother shot herself in the head
In your dream
Maybe this is how she feels
There's a bitty bullet stuck in your head
In your head
One itty bitty bullet and you'll be dead
That's what they said
But it's a long long way
From the head to the heart
Give it another day
You're not dead
But you are
Living life as a vegetable
The mother, talk about her
Was only trying to bring her child to life
She'd love him
He'd be hers
She'd never leave him
She would love him when she saw him
One arm mangled
Did he have three eyes?
He was ugly
And her husband
Would kill her for this
It was all in the dream
Blame it on the dream
Mother shot herself in the head for the dream
Twenty-five years, and still
There's a bitty bullet stuck in her head
In her head
One itty bitty bullet and she'll be dead
That's what they said
But it's a long long way from the head to the heart
She woke the following day
And was rather alarmed
To be living life as a vegetable
He's still screaming, baby
Even though he's grown
"Mother I know you loved me
I'm not an ugly baby anymore"
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Bachman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.