The Stand - Mother Mother

Tell me your weakness

Oh I keep it a secret

Oh come on just one vice

Okay, it’s vodka on ice

But then there’s women on bikes

Or just the women who straddle

Oh now you are a handful

I forgot about handfuls

Tell me your fears

Okay, it’s everyone here

You mean just all of the people?

Yeah, and all of their peers

And all of their pets, and their chandeliers

And their cigarettes

I haven’t smoked in years!

I can hardly stand the sight.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the sound.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the taste.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the smell.

(Of it all)

Talk about space

Well, it’s a beautiful place!

But it’s so damn cold!

Sure, for the human race

But for the planets and the stars

And everything else and Mars

It’s like paradise

Spread out with a butter knife

I can hardly stand the sight.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the sound.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the taste.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the smell.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!

And they don’t even know

Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know

Everyone’s f-d

Everyone’s f-d

Everyone’s f-d

Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know

Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know

They don’t even know

They don’t even know

I can hardly stand the sight.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the sound.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the taste.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand the smell.

(Of it all)

I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!

Everybody’s f-d and they don’t even know

Everybody’s fucked and they don’t even know