Kill Your Mother In Church On Sunday

she was wearing her Sundays best

 

but I must clearly confess;

 

knew it was but a test but now I rest

 

a hired man with a gun

 

shoot her down now she's gone

 

the papers read all red

 

with thoughts inside her head

 

running here & their

 

 

 

my momma was a commie

 

she saved all her money

 

she was a big phony

 

full of bologna

 

now she is gone but her memory lingers on

 

she was sitting on the right side of the pew

 

dazzling red dress

 

pearls in her arrangement;

 

 

 

didn't want to do it but it was too late we set the date

 

the bullet would seal her fate

 

but not too late she would contemplate;

 

it was too late