Superbutt - Mothers' Day lyrics

MOTHERS' DAY Music by S. Mahboubi Hide from your eagles, run from your fate As fast as you can, before it's too late It will not be long till we gracefully hit the bottom at this rate It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust At any rate Hide from your eagles, run from your fate As fast as you can, before it's too late It will not be long till we gracefully scratch the bottom at this rate It will not be long till we do get fed some more dust At any rate Overestimate You can't overestimate The power of sickness and the weakness of reason And the devout smile as we kneel down to pray Bless the brother, who climbed a rock Bless him to find anything to say The force of sickness and the weakness of mind And the twisted grin as we kneel down to pray Bless the sister who bore a wolf And celebrates on Mothers' Day