Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before it’s too late
everything is wrong & lost in a smog
buy me a ticket and ship me off to Hong Kong
before this world erupts.
Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before it’s too late
and the late is getting close, I’m afraid
my sanity is matching the world around me
I have nothing left & few words to say
if you’re dead before the dawn is done
don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before too long
better hurry before I finish this song
it’s only a matter of time so let me know
if you wanna come along
before this world goes up in flames.