Dependin' On You
Her needles and pins hold the pieces together,
She'll thread your pearls with her words of wisdom,
In the palm of her hand, your future is there running
through
Mother, Daughter, Sister, Lover,
There's no perfect choice, as you walk in your future
Be still a child on your bed of eggshell,
Behind your first steps, it's her shadows that cushion
your fall
All questions will simply beg,
The most innocent replies.
She'll make you a daisy chain
And cry as you walk away.
Mother, Daughter, Sister, Lover,
Her need
Blue American
I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you
I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you