I've been sitting here in fear... here in fear
Cuddling with a tear, I can hear...
People speaking their mind
But where's the line... where's the choice?
No one's listening to my voice
I guess I don't have a choice

Momma wants to kill me...
Momma wants to kill me...
Sometimes I wish that she'd just spill me
And give me my fair try
You know this ain't my song, so I'm just making up a line
Momma wants to kill me...
Momma wants to kill me...
More than ever I just wish she'd turn to God

She's been slapping my face... slapping my face
Out of place, I can taste, the salty red wine
At the walls I stare, beat them like a snare
Try to wear a smile...
But it's hard when it's closing time.

Momma wants to kill me...
Momma wants to kill me...
Sometimes I wish that she'd just spill me
And give me my fair try
You know this ain't my song, so I'm just making up a line
Momma wants to kill me...
Momma wants to kill me...
More than ever I just wish she'd turn to God


Lyrics: Slade
Music: Kip


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