The Pribata Idaho

Mothers Of Destruction

Album: Hope [1997]
Author: Ernesto González - Manuel Servan - Pedro Miguel del Amo © Elefant Publishing

Mostly unseen

And you know it

The time is passing by

But don’t let it get you down

And save up all your pride

 

Sweet and odd

Follow the wind

And let me get the sadness

Like something I feel it mine

And it never seems to change

 

Mothers come, mothers go

And they’re gliding to the door

The party has...

The clock is ticking on

It’s late to get drunk

The party has begun

 

Lovely child

If you could hear

If you could see

Who takes a look around

And says there’s no way out

 

Which comes next?

Likes or dislikes

It’s hard to choose

But isn’t hard to find

A sad piece of news

 

Mothers come, mothers go

And they’re gliding to the door

The party has...

The clock is ticking on

It’s late to get a drunk

The party has begun