Oh, Mother
You might abandon your boy
Sitting on a subway train line
Well, he's probably hiding his frown under a baseball cap
You might think it'll be fine
While it shows all the signs
Well, life somehow got in the way
Yet he still swears on you
Whenever there's something to do
Professes all his words as a proof of love
And when you seem untrue
He'll burn through your truths
Keep on existing under your mantle of lies
Oh, mother
The curtains won't shed
They fall on those you misled
And mother
Your boys, your girls
Carry on in your stead
Oh, mother
The curtains won't shed
They fall on those you misled
And mother
Your boys, your girls
Carry on in your stead
You might abandon your girl
A park bench where you told her
To wait, for your cue
You might offer some advice
Yet she'll still roll her dice
Spontaneous, that's what she knows
Yet she still swears on you
To whichever man she's due
Because of you, she is selling love
And when you seem obtuse
She has nothing to lose
She is closer to you
Oh, mother
The curtains won't shed
They fall on those you misled
And mother
Your boys, your girls
Carry on in your stead
Oh, mother
The curtains won't shed
They fall on those you misled
And mother
Your boys, your girls
Carry on in your stead
Writer/s: Eliša Papić
