Mother lyrics

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Show me empathy

Californian sensibilities

For all my problems spring form my trouble upbringing

We need to go right back to the beginning

Dispossessed from the outset

What you need is precisely what you get

Mother dear it should be you that's sitting here on this couch ouch

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

On my shoulder you're a chip

On my foot you're a blister

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

So tell me what am I gonna do

They tell me that maybe I could sue

And oh how the many were corrupted by the few

So I dance the mambo and the cha cha cha

I run you over in my beautiful car

Dearest darling mummy dearest

We can't bear to have to near us

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

On my shoulder you're a chip

On my foot you're a blister

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

The blame lies in the family name

It's not my fault I did as I was taught

Escape to Mongolia or Timbuktu

I know somehow somewhere I'll be bumping into you

You see I'm blameless

I had a mother who was shameless

No wonder my life collapsed

See I'm aimless

With all this analysis

I think I'm having a relapse

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

On my shoulder you're a chip

On my foot you're a blister

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

Seek the advice of the solicitor

Mother dear you'll never be my sister

We love you we do

We've taken advice

We may sue

You see I'm blameless

I shall remain nameless

You can't run away from the past

I know what her game is

But I've forgotten what my name is

I'm just too frightened to ask

Tell me what did you expect

What you made is

precisely what you get [x3]

• Artist:Moloko
• Album:Things To Make And Do (2000)