Call Your Mother

Show me your hand Then tell me you're not afraid to lose While we're still young While we're still twisting 21 Don't hold the wildest cards And you've drawn the queen of hearts Go call your mother She can make it better Tell your father That you really fucked up Give me nothing You won it all Give me a sign 'Cause I'm busy gloating in my mind There's no need to run And we're only twisting 21 Chasing the ghost in your bet You get a grip I'll move ahead Go call your mother She can make it better Tell your father That you really fucked up Call your mother She can make it better Tell your father That you really fucked up Lightweight silk heart starting to fray Yeah, our lightweight young hearts waiting to break Lightweight silk heart starting to fray Yeah, our lightweight young hearts waiting to break Call your mother She can make it better Tell your father That you really fucked up Give me nothing You won it all Give me nothing You won it all