Текст песни Monte Cazazza - To Mom On Mother's Day
You think that I'm strung out on smack
And I don't have underwear
You think I had a lawnmower attack
On my Botticellesque hair
I haven't got down in a month
I tried to get a job
I hadn't turned a trick for days
I haven't joined the mob
You see I'm trying very hard
To live the rules you taught me
I'm sorry because of my heavy jones
I hocked the stuff you bought me
But life is hard on the boulevard
With rinky dinks galore
It's money, guns, and dope or lies
Lesbian or whore
A bag of boy, a spoon of girl
A nickel for a blow
But I am still your baby boy
It's in your blood, you know
