A woman, a mother, a mother is a very special thing
And other than the Lord Jesus Christ
I think that a mother is one of the most
Precious gifts that God gives to this world
Because the mother is the one who loves the Lord
And always seems to be there when we need her
A mother is a very special thing
A mother is a very special thing
These crosses all over my body
Remind me of who I used to be
And Christ, forgive these bones I'm hiding
From no one successfully
Jesus can always reject his father
But he cannot escape his mother's blood
He'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers
But he'll never escape what he's made up of
The Fates already fucked me sideways
Swinging by my neck from the family tree
He'll laugh and say, "You know I raised you better than this"
Then leave me hanging, so they all can laugh at me
