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hey momma'
i am such a selfish bastard
i stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled d.n.a.
they stumble upright now we'll come down to man-made foliage
where all the crazies be, they're crazy just like me
except i'm sheltered from the cold....
oh darlin' hold me tighter so your teeth don't have to chatter
we can smile.... at putrid, senile faces taxing where our space is
man that's love
oh baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
my stems is stout from the caffeine
drenched petals fragrance and nicotine
and i'll be asleep by 8:30
in the morning wake me gently
like a bird of paradise my agenda is my vice
and i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go man
get out man
freak out man
i get a little jumpy when the phone rings (automations on the other line)
the headset robots waste time on a company dime
it's another waste of time
but can you blame me?
when all the things i see
they came to me in dreams
somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind
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Cover art for hey momma lyrics by Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground

This song is excellent. I enjoy the shifts of the musical styles. and that opening line is priceless.

i agree.

when i first hear the song i was suprised every minute hahaha i love this band <3

oh and may i say,

"we can smile.... at putrid, senile faces taxing where our space is man that's love"

love that line :3

Cover art for hey momma lyrics by Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground

This band is amazing. I'm glad I live near Seattle so I can go to their local shows :D

Cover art for hey momma lyrics by Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground

Official from the booklet:

hey momma i am such a selfish bastard i stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled DNA i guess they stumble upright now so come down to man made foliage where all the crazies be, they’re crazy just like me except i am sheltered from the cold oh darlin’ hold me tighter so your teeth don’t have to chatter we can smile at putrid senile faces taxin’ where our space is man now that’s love so baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants my stems are stout from the caffeine and my drenched pedals have the fragrance of nicotine and i’ll be asleep by 8:30 in the morning wake me gently like a bird of paradise my agenda is my vice and i am all dressed up with nowhere to go man get out man freak out man that’s why i get a little jumpy when the phone rings and automations on the other line those head set robots waste time on a company dime it’s a waste of time but can you blame me? when all the things i see they came to me in dreams somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind

Cover art for hey momma lyrics by Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground

One hell of a song.

 
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