Please mother hit me
It's what I need
Your strikes are painless
For I have more tricks up my sleeve
Someday you'll see I've my own bag of tricks
I'm stronger than I was before
I'm sure that you'll be doing well
While your sweet children burn in hell
A burden that you wish you could ignore
Dear mother I have no religion
And I know that I won't burn in hell
And I know that I'm always forgiven
But you'll always question yourself
Please mother hit me
It's what I need
Your blows are sunshine
Beaming on atomic seed
Go get your jollies from your crucifix
It's always saved your soul before
I'm sure that you'll be doing well
While your sweet children burn in hell
A burden that you wish you could ignore
Dear mother I have no religion
And I know that I won't burn in hell
And I know that I'm always forgiven
But you'll always question yourself
Yes you'll always question yourself