MOMMA DOES COCAINE!
I see her in the morning
She’s very, very scared
Has she ever loved me?
Has she ever cared?
Once I tried to ask her
To find out what was wrong.
She says she needs Nirvana
She says she’s waited long.
My father says she’s crazy
Let her be she is insane.
Is that why she’s like this?
NO!
Momma Does Cocaine!
She doesn’t do the housework.
She doesn’t have a care.
She sits out on the porch
and all she’ll do is stare.
I don’t know who to turn to
I hope it isn’t true
But, I’ll tell you all the symptoms
Can you tell me what to do?
She laughs at the Three Stooges...
She laughs at old John Wayne...
Will she stop this laughing?
NO!
Momma Does Cocaine!
Is there a way to help her?
Can she ever be alright?
I truly, truly love her.
I can’t sleep another night!
She’s getting bad I tell you.
Her brain will not unlock
Her nose needs more nose candy
or her brain will go in shock.
She hears all sorts of colors.
Does not feel any pain.
When I talk will she see my voice?
YES!
Momma Does Cocaine!
Why won’t you even help me?
Cause you have nothing to gain.
What if it was your momma?
NO!
MY Momma Does Cocaine!
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