Mommies been so sad and blue
Ever since she had you
She's been so angry all the time
Spanks my bottom, poisons my mind
Cos I'm not you, but pretty soon, you'll be here too
Oh lord yeah.
(Narration by Bomb)
*This is a story about a baby called Stephen. And a baby called Tristan. And a baby called Xan. And a baby called Bomb. And a baby...called...baby*
Post-nasal depression (I'm on drugs)
The tissues in the bin
Post-naval depression (I'm a sailor)
Not a tailor
I shit myself every single day
But my mommies too sad to wipe it away
My nappies filled with thirty poos
But the only poo that she'll look at is you
Poo poo, poo poo, poo poo (I'm a train you cunt)
Postnatal depression
I'm a mother, not a brother
Postnatal depression
I'm a lover, come get under my covers
(Postnatal, postnatal, postnatal, postnatal)
Ahhhhhhh DEPRESSION.
Post-metal isn't cool (it's just stupid, it's fucking stupid)
I wouldn't be a cunt like you (You're so mean and confrontational)
Postnatal depression
I'm a mother, not a brother
Postnatal depression
I'm not like the others, I'll kill your brother (fuck him)
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