| Mother Superior | |
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| Appears On | Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 2 - No World for Tomorrow |
| Track | 6 |
| Length | 6:38 |
| Produced By | Nick Raskulinecz Rick Rubin |
| Preceded By | The Running Free |
| Followed By | Gravemakers & Gunslingers |
Mother Superior is the sixth song on the 2007 album Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 2 - No World for Tomorrow.
Lyrics[]
Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road, you’ll walk in this tale
Turned and as a coward you’ve learned
Through sickness and health, there’s only one
Now go and bite your tongue
You’ll just say the worst of me, with a hope they’ll understand
No, they know you’re just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, lets see... your life
You’ve got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You’ve got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you’ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don’t cry... anymore...
A fear sleeps inside your stomach... it swells
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we’ll sing the words and song
Of a time we’re glad is long gone
You’ll just say the worst of me, with a hope they’d understand
No, they know you’re just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, lets see... your life
You’ve got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You’ve got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you’ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don’t cry...
Mother superior
Come catch the rabbit, he runs, my how’ve you been?
You’re frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you’ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger now bite
Oh young fools, don’t cry...
Not anymore... don’t cry boy
Not anymore... don’t cry boy
Not anymore... don’t cry boy
When you’re sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife
Don’t cry boy
Not anymore... don’t cry boy
Not anymore... don’t cry boy
When you’re sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife