(S)motherin And Coatching

Make them go 'way

They seem so low

They seem so low

Make them go 'way

There and always shopping

Never think to stopping us

When they meet us down the road

Frequently for squeezing

Anything too pleasing them

When they trap us in our homes

Down the road

You tear your childhood down from the cheekbone

You sell me down when you tell me you'll never

Spend days unphased not to tell me, "I love you"

And they might not be failing solo

And they might not be playing for the team

What team?

And so they're moving out in circles

To know themselves in life and pleasant dreams

Whose dreams?

Baby don't go

We'll miss you so much

This is your home

Baby don't go