Mom Lyrics - Bread Over Bombs

I'm gonna follow the wind 

Gonna follow it home 

Take it on the lip 

Rolling up my sleeves 

A flat superman in a bag 

No potato chips on the couch 

Na na na na 

Oh to listen to your mom 

Na na na na 

Do I have to listen to your mom 

Now Jerome is in trouble 

But what can he do 

(bunch of dancing little evil bunnies) 

I know he's got something going 

With Indigo Blue 

Well there's a lion in the house 

And Dharma's legs are looking at you 

And now she's singing na na na na 

Oh to listen to your mom 

Na na na na 

Do I have to listen to your mom 

CHORUS: 

Every time I try to get away 

Well it's the same old song 

She won't stop like a golden retriever 

Who thinks I'm her ball 

Some days I think I'll never make it 

And today I think I'll surely break down 

I will bring out the Begging Strips if you just keep off the grass 

Oh to listen to your mom 

Do I have to listen to your mom 

CHORUS: 

Every time I try to get away 

Well it's the same old song 

She'll never stop, she's a golden retriever 

And my head is her ball 

Some days I think I'll never make it 

And today I think I'll surely break yeah 

Oh yeah, again and again and again 

She's driving me insane 

SHUT UP