.... Mother Where are You Today? You Took a piece of me the day you went away No reccolection no smell of perfume I took the piece of you the day i left the womb Brother put you neddles down the best things for is to leave this awful town. Pretty soon, you'll had kids to feed If you see mother, Tell her i get sick coro: Please Don't Worry, i am doing fine You're to busy to even find the time So use your chemicals and take this to you grave the boys you left are men you didn't raise And Daddy How are you today? you Must proud of the boys that you have raised You withered hearts, and evrything it see Your Guts and callisses, You had kids To Feed You Had Kids to feed