Topic: On the Bus Mall
Smegma ooolala started this discussion 15 years ago #1,831
Decemberists wrote a song called On the Bus Mall about a relationship between two runaway homosexual prostitutes who, in order to survive on the streets or Portland, turn tricks for old men.
When I hear a song like that it makes me with I was a more original writer.
Posting the lyrics because it's an amazing fucking song.
On The Bus Mall - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz-fC-iQjg8
In matching blue raincoats
Our shoes were our showboats
We kicked around
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain
We're two easy targets
For the old men at the off tracks
Who paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars
Which we squirelled away
In our rat-trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept in Sundays
Your parents were anxious
Your cool was contagious
At the old school
You left without leaving
A note for your grieving sweet mother
While your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys
Your spirits will rally
As you learn quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms
On dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs
Because we were falling
Such was our calling
And here in our hovel
We fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your make-up
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
Among all the urchins
And old Chinese merchants
At the old town
We reigned at the pool hall
With one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks
And the old men with limp dicks
On the colonnades at the waterfront park
As four in the morning
Came on cold and boring
We huddled close, in the bus-stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding
And here in our hovel
We fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your make-up
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
When I hear a song like that it makes me with I was a more original writer.
Posting the lyrics because it's an amazing fucking song.
On The Bus Mall - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz-fC-iQjg8
In matching blue raincoats
Our shoes were our showboats
We kicked around
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain
We're two easy targets
For the old men at the off tracks
Who paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars
Which we squirelled away
In our rat-trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept in Sundays
Your parents were anxious
Your cool was contagious
At the old school
You left without leaving
A note for your grieving sweet mother
While your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys
Your spirits will rally
As you learn quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms
On dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs
Because we were falling
Such was our calling
And here in our hovel
We fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your make-up
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
Among all the urchins
And old Chinese merchants
At the old town
We reigned at the pool hall
With one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks
And the old men with limp dicks
On the colonnades at the waterfront park
As four in the morning
Came on cold and boring
We huddled close, in the bus-stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding
And here in our hovel
We fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take up your make-up
And pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
(Edited 28 seconds later.)
Fuchs !!4KU9PSdLG joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 2 minutes later[^] [v] #33,929
Hey Smegma. Long time no see. How are things?
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 4 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #33,934
Through the Fire and Flames
On a cold winter morning
In the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign
We ride towards the fight
When the darkness is falling down
And the times are tough or right
The sand of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight
Fightin' hard, fightin' on for the steel
Through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell
Bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest wings in hell's terrain
We watch the lands become
In fire and flame, now once again we know
So now we're flying, we're free
We're free before the thunderstorm
Hunt towards the wilderness
Our quest carries on
Far beyond the sun down, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They will raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the midmorning light
There's a burning in my heart
We're banished from the time in the foreign land
To a light beyond the stars
In your blackest dreams see to the need
That destiny is tied
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight
And on the wings of a dream so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard, now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
On a cold winter morning
In the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign
We ride towards the fight
When the darkness is falling down
And the times are tough or right
The sand of evil laughter
Falls around the world tonight
Fightin' hard, fightin' on for the steel
Through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell
Bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest wings in hell's terrain
We watch the lands become
In fire and flame, now once again we know
So now we're flying, we're free
We're free before the thunderstorm
Hunt towards the wilderness
Our quest carries on
Far beyond the sun down, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They will raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the midmorning light
There's a burning in my heart
We're banished from the time in the foreign land
To a light beyond the stars
In your blackest dreams see to the need
That destiny is tied
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight
And on the wings of a dream so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone
Lust inside you'll never find, lust within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard, now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 3 minutes later, 9 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #33,942
Ph !5pM9NZR/l6 joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 57 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #34,032
@OP
I've always liked the song writing of Colin Meloy. I like that each song is a story not just another boring love song.
Here I Dreamt I was an Architect
"Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect"
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
And how you are furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
I've always liked the song writing of Colin Meloy. I like that each song is a story not just another boring love song.
Here I Dreamt I was an Architect
"Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect"
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
And how you are furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
jump !VIfloDyEYo joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 3 hours later, 5 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,224
ITT: people with great taste
Smegma (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 1 minute later, 5 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,227
@34,032 (Ph !5pM9NZR/l6)
That's another song I very much enjoy.
Have you heard the stuff on The King is Dead?
@previous (jump !VIfloDyEYo)
:D
That's another song I very much enjoy.
Have you heard the stuff on The King is Dead?
@previous (jump !VIfloDyEYo)
:D
Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 15 years ago, 2 minutes later, 5 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,229
@33,929 (Fuchs !!4KU9PSdLG)
Pretty boring on my part.
My average day consists of going to classes, eating, and napping.
How about you?
Pretty boring on my part.
My average day consists of going to classes, eating, and napping.
How about you?
Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 10 hours later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,429
It's nice to know that others love The Decemberists as much as I do.
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew because he was dead
And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew because he was dead
And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
jump !VIfloDyEYo replied with this 15 years ago, 30 minutes later, 16 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,448
> Does anybody else think this song is about the relationship between two runaway homosexual teenagers who, in order to survive the city, turn tricks for older men?
> This song is amazing.
MrSmegma89 9 hours ago
> This song is amazing.
MrSmegma89 9 hours ago
AC !tyLmN8C16E joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 54 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,462
I have most of their discography :-D
!ex2FoeCATg joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 2 hours later, 19 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,523
I like that song a lot.
Ph !5pM9NZR/l6 replied with this 15 years ago, 11 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[^] [v] #34,534
@34,429 (G)
I friggin love that song. It sounds so tragic though.
@34,462 (AC !tyLmN8C16E)
Same here, I'm missing 'Always a Bridesmaid' and 'The King is Dead'
'The Rake's Song' is another favorite. Lovely song about a man that kills his children after his wife dies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD1Aj7EYDog
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright
What can one do when one is widower
Shamefully saddled with three little pests
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright
And that's how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
I friggin love that song. It sounds so tragic though.
@34,462 (AC !tyLmN8C16E)
Same here, I'm missing 'Always a Bridesmaid' and 'The King is Dead'
'The Rake's Song' is another favorite. Lovely song about a man that kills his children after his wife dies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD1Aj7EYDog
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright
What can one do when one is widower
Shamefully saddled with three little pests
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright
And that's how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Smegmrawr !faggot (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 11 hours later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #34,994
@34,448 (jump !VIfloDyEYo)
> > Does anybody else think this song is about the relationship between two runaway homosexual teenagers who, in order to survive the city, turn tricks for older men?
>
> > This song is amazing.
> MrSmegma89 9 hours ago
:D
> > Does anybody else think this song is about the relationship between two runaway homosexual teenagers who, in order to survive the city, turn tricks for older men?
>
> > This song is amazing.
> MrSmegma89 9 hours ago
:D
jump !VIfloDyEYo replied with this 15 years ago, 40 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #35,002
Broseph !!fxnDb+Ve4 joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #35,013
Staring at the sea
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
After all is said and done
Anything at any price
All of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life
All of this for you
All the world has closed her eyes
Tired faith all worn and thin
For all we could have done
And all that could have been
Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear
And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below
I can still feel you
Even so far away
"The Great Below"
-Trent Reznor, aka Nine Inch Nails
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
After all is said and done
Anything at any price
All of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life
All of this for you
All the world has closed her eyes
Tired faith all worn and thin
For all we could have done
And all that could have been
Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear
And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below
I can still feel you
Even so far away
"The Great Below"
-Trent Reznor, aka Nine Inch Nails
Smegmrawr !faggot (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 28 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #35,021
We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs are ceiling beams
Its guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds, oh oh
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch, oh oh
And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring, my dear sweet mother died
But, before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried, oh oh
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge, oh oh
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for a wanton cruelty
The following day, I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear, oh oh
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets cleaned
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
(whale attack)
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear, oh oh
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs are ceiling beams
Its guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds, oh oh
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch, oh oh
And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring, my dear sweet mother died
But, before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried, oh oh
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge, oh oh
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for a wanton cruelty
The following day, I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear, oh oh
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets cleaned
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
(whale attack)
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear, oh oh
Ph !5pM9NZR/l6 replied with this 15 years ago, 1 day later, 2 days after the original post[^] [v] #35,932
Don't want this thread to die yet.
Here's a song about your mom being a whore.
A Cautionary Tale
There's a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping
She's weeping because the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how they approach?
With dirty hands and trousers torn
They grapple until she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips
To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets
Where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes fall to a bundle
And she's laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
Until at last she's satisfied
The lot of the marina's teaming minions
And their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing
To cousin, kindred, kith, or kin, or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbor
Where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed
So be kind to your mother
Though she may seem an awful bother
And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens
Remember what she does when you're asleep
Here's a song about your mom being a whore.
A Cautionary Tale
There's a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping
She's weeping because the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how they approach?
With dirty hands and trousers torn
They grapple until she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips
To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets
Where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes fall to a bundle
And she's laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
Until at last she's satisfied
The lot of the marina's teaming minions
And their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing
To cousin, kindred, kith, or kin, or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbor
Where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed
So be kind to your mother
Though she may seem an awful bother
And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens
Remember what she does when you're asleep