Mother (Bird's the Word) Songtext
von Jack Ladder

When you eat your mother, you drink red wine
Feed your daddy until this wine it′s worth the time
We treat her well, don't lock her in a padded cell
You got to take her out on the town
Turn her ′round, upside down
I'll take her upper arm and in the thigh
But before we start
Oh, baby where's the wine

Onion rings and rub cut fries
Do no justice to a hazel eyes
You need mushy peas and a creamy side
Oh, what glamour how to find?
When you eat your mother, drink red wine
Just don′t know what you might find
With the crackled fat salted rye
Don′t take a breath till it's all inside your hollow gut
The rats muggles garbage trucks just to bring bad luck

Once you grow inside her
And she′s always on your mind


You better bring some butter to smuggle your mother
You gotta show her just how much you love her
Smash windows, cry like crows
Why when we feast, she'll never know what
Great by Botox, state rock padlock
I never felt the morning frost inside my house
I′m always lost, but I'll eat my mother
And, and it costs

Once you grew inside her
It′s always on your mind
Oh, once you grew inside her
But the feeling won't subside

Oh no, I've never stole my mother away in the ship cargo
Oh, you gotta keep her fresh, the fleshy chest
And that′s the part that I like the best
Oh no, I′ve never stole my mother away in the ship cargo
Oh, you gotta put her on ice, don't think twice
Keep her in the freezer for next Friday night

My mother said, "To keep plates warm
You gotta put them in the oven on a Sunday morn"
My mother said, "The sheep is shorn
Freezes so we are kept warm"
My mother said, "The break of dawn
Broken by the narwhal′s horn"
My mother said, "A chick is born
And from her soul, nag is torn"


My mother said, "To keep plates warm
You gotta put them in the oven on a Sunday morn"
My mother said, "The sheep is shorn
Freezes so we are kept warm"
My mother said, "The break of dawn
Broken by the narwhal's horn"
My mother said, "A chick is born
And from her soul, nag is torn"

Oh, burn, burn, burn and the burden of work
Everybody herbs about to burn
Burn, burn, burn and the burden of work
Everybody herbs about to burn
Burn, burn, burn and the burden of work
Everybody herbs about to burn
Burn, burn, burn and the burden of work
Everybody herbs about to burn