She borders the pavement, flanks avenues
Parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war
She'll raise a shaft, lift a banner, toss a rose
My mother the war
Mother the war
Mother the war
Mother the war
Mother the war
She knows every neighbor, chats at their doors
Compare econosize electric appliances, my mother the war
Come share a tea and a seat by my cradle with
My mother the war
Mother the war
Mother the war
Mother the war
Momentos of distant vigil, three years each tour
Hands of god enfold him prayed, my mother the war
Haunts her doorway, begs her postman, is there word for
My mother the war
My mother the war
Mother
Mother the war
In bitter defiance she's spitting the corps
Wet a brood short league for combat, my mother the war
Well acquainted with sorrow, well with grief
My mother the war
Mother the war
Fold and laced, carrion, blood soaked robes
Fold and laced, carrion, blood soaked robes
My mother the war, yeah yeah
My mother
Mother
Mother
Mummy
Artist: Thousand Foot Krutch
Artist: Quincy Jones
Artist: John Cale