Mother Love

CHORUS: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand/ That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand./ That in my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies,/ That I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties.
Little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to,/ They're just another showpiece to show the neighbours who/ Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place,/ But god help you if you come out without an angel face./If you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are,/ You'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are,/ You're just a status symbol that they need to be the perfect man and wife.
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Just like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash,/ And tell you all that life is, is working for some cash,/ Life's a competition and you've got to be the best,/ So tread on everybody else, forget about the rest./ They tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you,/ That you really mustn't fail them cos you owe them a debt,/ Cos they're the ones that made you and they won’t let you forget.
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You're not a human in their eyes you're a novelty./ They don't want you thinking cos you'll break the fantasy,/ The fantasy that you're the toy providing endless fun,/ You're not a human being your their daughter or their son./ You bring them lots of happiness when you're very small,/ But when you lose those darling looks no-one cares to call,/ Cos you're no more the cuddly toy for them to hug and hold,/ You're not an individual and they're just getting old.
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