Dead Beat Mom

She's a dead beat mom, a one woman pogrom A tri-polar paradigm, a lunatika time bomb When everything is alright, she makes everything wrong Living only to spite and spit napalm

She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom

A storm without a calm VPA and lithium is what she should be on An emotional vacuum, a good vibe tampon She got her degree in poisonous pedagogy Taught by her mom

Someone stop her before she destroys The childhoods of my two boys My sons mean everything to me So I pray for some agency To tell her that she's wrong

But the dead beat mom isn't able to hack it She needs to be in a Prada straight jacket A padded rubber room is where she belong It's the perfect place for, maybe add some mace for

The dead beat mom, she's my Vietnam I got PTSD and an STD Is everything okay? No everything is wrong Last week I saw her humming this song

She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom She's a dead beat mom