She likes to talk about her dad and all the different jobs he had And all the times he turned to her and said someday you'll be a mother Mother Fucker And every time she speaks in words It's garbled, shaky, and she's heard That all the things she knows are true about her mother Mother Fucker She lies. Oh yes she lies. When she was four she had a farm and all the animals were made of plastic Like the teeth inside the head within the mouth Crush crush crush just like her mother Mother Fucker She tried to see beneath the stone that father spat on all alone And all she got was father's spit which used to coat the body of her mother Mother Fucker