Kept Down - Mother Mother

If I could talk to all the children in the clouds

The ones who couldn’t help but take it lying down

I’d say, despite your fate, you made your papa proud

There’s just some things a guy like that can’t say out loud

Oh, your mama, well she just didn’t know how

A thousand years of being told to shut her mouth

And kept down, down

Down, down

Kept down, down

Down, down

If I could steal away the outcast of the class

I’d break him out of there and take him to the tracks

We’d bet all of it on the horse with a broke back

We’d watch it win while all the stallions came in last

Oh, boy, you see your odds ain’t all that bad

Slim to none, but not so slim you’ve got to slip

Between the cracks

So come back, come back

Pretty girl

Wicked world

Cut your curls

Cut out your tongue

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh (x8)

One by one we let 'em burn off with the sun

Can only hope they’re somewhere finally having some fun

Being young