Those fries could be salted with tears
Ever wonder how McDonald’s fries always have the perfect amount of salt?
Mother, mother, she’s made of gold
Dollars in her eyes shine like fifty pieces
The child inside her, to be born soon
Drowning in her bed, tide drawn out from her face
Mother, mother, she’s made of gold
Hand on her shoulder garbed in black
she’s choking in the crimson dust
and her work is yet to be done
Mother, mother, she’s made of gold
Yellow in her eyes, ice to cover her blankets
silver hair falling down her face
needles, and pills, and apples cut into quarters
Mother, mother, she’s made of gold
fifty pieces of silver in her bible
fifty more for a basket of towels
fifty more if the doctor doesn’t see
Mother, mother, you’re made of gold
Mother, mother, go to bed
Mother, mother, call the ambulance
Mother, mother, swallow pills
Mother, mother, I don’t wanna watch you die
Mother, mother, please lie down
Mother, mother,
Mother, mother, you’re cold as stone…
