Kid, don't lose your cool It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom It's hard to believe but I can see how there could be so little left to lose (Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve)
Mama's not okay She lights a candle for every day that you're away Today could be the one she burns the mother fucker down Her final act of grace In a pointless, endless race
Kid, you're under fire Your life is coming down to the wire Maybe you'll take the captains hand Carry his ship through burning sands Cradle your rifle like a man
Mama, she says: No way She's lost it all, so you've got to stay to make her pay She knows the fiend upon the throne's a goddamn sucker for the stone Till the day he dies alone
