Mothers' Day - Superbutt

Hide from your eagles, run from your fate

As fast as you can, before it’s too late

It will not be long till we gracefully hit the bottom at this rate

It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust

At any rate

Hide from your eagles, run from your fate

As fast as you can, before it’s too late

It will not be long till we gracefully scratch the bottom at this rate

It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust

At any rate

Overestimate

You can’t overestimate

The power of sickness and the weakness of reason

And the devout smile as we kneel down to pray

Bless the brother, who climbed a rock

Bless him to find anything to say

The force of sickness and the weakness of mind

And the twisted grin as we kneel down to pray

Bless the sister who bore a wolf

And celebrates on Mothers' Day