Mother

[Verse 1]

The skies have darkened

And the seas have dried

Your honest ways have turned to lies

Your hands of promise

Turned to hands of pain

You take for granted the life our God creates

The life our God creates

[Verse 2]

The frost and flowers

Mother gave to you

The muffled whispers bleeding true

And it doesn't matter how

What kind of eyes you're looking through

Do you see our Mother's dying?

Here's a picture for you

I wanna paint this picture for you!

[Solo 1]

[Verse 3]

With every black choke of her breath

And every inch closer to death

Her hands are held out for you

[Solo 2]

[Pre-Chorus]

You said the reasons

Are in the cities that we've all made

And the wars that we raged

[Chorus]

On poor Mother

Poor Mother

Poor Mother

[Pre-Chorus]

Now that she's leaving

And she's thrown off all that she gave

We dig the grave

[Chorus]

Of poor, poor Mother!

[Outro]

The grass ain't growing

In my front yard, no

Poor Mother

Poor Mother

Poor Mother