Mom

Everybody knows if you ask them the seven deadly sins
But nobody can tell you the seven virtues

And nobody praises the grade school teachers
But everybody has a favorite serial killer

John Wayne Gacy (whispered)

And everybody watched the celebrity trial in detail
But nobody can tell you who sits on the Supreme Court

And everybody wants better schools for the children
But nobody wants to pay the taxes

Everybody wants to be loved and famous
But they'll dropkick your ass to be loved and famous, and

Nobody wants the fat pregnant woman
But everybody loves the pumped up action hero

Mom, I take you for granted
Like some old forgotten habit, and
I know you gave me life
And helped me pay some bills

Mom, I take you for granted
I was never abandoned
And even though sometimes you really piss me off
I hope you live forever

Forever...

Forever...

Mom...