Mother of the Mad - Swingin Utters

Now you can’t help feelin' you’re the mother of the mad

While Market Street’s reelin' in memory of the dead

And Capp Street’s greeting the tourists with good head

You got your fix with the tricks that put you on your death bed

Life moves along and the trains are backing up

And accidents will happen you can bet you’re on them

Pills in your coffee and liven up your cup

The mother of the mad needs the stimulant to love

Mother of the mad

Sister of the sad

Brother of the bad

And it’s the only father you will ever have

I was lost for words and the screams were curious

Giddy for the girls who found me hideous

Wishing for a world that would spin less furious

Because the money and time spent has become too obvious

The lesson and the leash, the leader and the led

Smith and Wesson teach the bleeder to be bled

Reasons out of reach, feeders overfed

If you catch the mumbled speech, the jargon’s overhead

Mother of the mad

Sister of the sad

Brother of the bad

And it’s the only father you will ever have