Mother said I don't like the way you always want to stay in bed I don't mind the service But I think you're getting overfed I said Mama this is better than a girl Because from this standpoint I can understand the world You're not suppose to break your toys Drop the papers - make the noise It's too much mystery to always only see half a face Out on the street marching unrestrained the human race All this ceaseless motion takes all my might Close the curtains give up the light Take the file smooth me down Drop the bodies on the town The wall cries out: "Hey pal I'm starving how about something to eat" Opens up his lips tunnel tongue regurgitates the street Mother unbondaged mouth wakes up the hand underneath the steps - Trips down the stairs drops the milk gets the sheets all wet Mother don't abuse your child It's not the time to make the smile