Mother? Mother? Mother? Chorus: Shes the anti mother, mother is that you? Shes the anti mother, mother, mother is that you? Its Myra Hindley on the cover your very own sweet anti mother. There she is on the pages the Star, aint that just the place you wish you were? Let her rot, let her starve, youd see her dead. Let her out but dont forget to tell you where she is, the chance to screw her is a chance you wouldnt miss. Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave, you just cant wait piss on her grave. You pretend that youre horrified, make out that you care, but really you wish that you had been there. You say you cant bear the thought of what she did, but youd it to her, youd see her dead. Tell me, what is the difference between her and you? You say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do? Dont you see that violence has no end? Isnt limited by rules? Dont you see as angel preaching youre nothing but the fools? Fools step in, where angels fear to tread, you see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead. Chorus. That single mug shot from the past ensures your fantasy can last and last. It gives you the chance to air your hate because she got there first, you were too I late. Hyndleys crime was to do what others think, took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink. Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love, would tear that woman limb from limb, you never get enough. So you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe, that you are so much better than her. But you arent, thats YOUR GUILT laying there. youtu.be/xDW3mCQ8qHU
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 17:24:14 +0000