Mothers of destruction

Mostly unseen
And you know it
The time is passing by
But don’t let it get you down
And save up all your pride
 
Sweet and odd
Follow the wind
And let me get the sadness
Like something I feel it mine
And it never seems to change
 
Mothers come, mothers go
And they’re gliding to the door
The party has...
The clock is ticking on
It’s late to get drunk
The party has begun
 
Lovely child
If you could hear
If you could see
Who takes a look around
And says there’s no way out
 
Which comes next?
Likes or dislikes
It’s hard to choose
But isn’t hard to find
A sad piece of news
 
Mothers come, mothers go
And they’re gliding to the door
The party has...
The clock is ticking on
It’s late to get a drunk
The party has begun