The New Sane Scramble
This halo is a joke
A little hoax
For parting ghosts
My momma told me so
She's dead
She ought to know
And if you see me
Walking down
Your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies
Trying to breathe
This cradle is a tomb
An everlasting sense of doom
My momma's in her room
She's dead
She died too soon
And if you see me
Crawling out
Of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can save me
A little hoax
For parting ghosts
My momma told me so
She's dead
She ought to know
And if you see me
Walking down
Your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies
Trying to breathe
This cradle is a tomb
An everlasting sense of doom
My momma's in her room
She's dead
She died too soon
And if you see me
Crawling out
Of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can save me
Credits
Writer(s): Jana Hunter
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