Your Mother - Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

Your mother and my honor they were fighting and it was so inviting

To watch all of the wailing and the crying

And I don’t wanna talk reality.

It’s nothing but a fallacy

You said perspective’s so subjective it don’t count for anything

Yeah I got some dreams, do you wanna hear about em?

Yeah, no one ever do.

That’s why I gotta shout em

That’s why I gotta make ‘em before I start to doubt ‘em

Cuz nothing baby, nothing lasts for ever ‘cept for dreams and nights without ‘em

All the guns are loaded and the boys are high

Let’s go out to the desert and we’ll watch ‘em die

Let’s watch by satellite

And give evil a name now

Or use a word like ‘freedom' like a club to beat away our shame now

Freedom seems so much like fighting anyhow these days

Cuz when nobody loves you or cares what you do

You don’t get much freer than that, now do you?

You don’t get no freer than that I don’t think

And I’m so sick of this stink

And that’s why I woke up today

Singing what they don’t give to me I’m gonna take

For everything they’ve taken from me