Lookin for to save my, save my soul
Lookin in the places where no flowers grow.
Lookin for to fill that God-shaped hole
Mother, mother-suckin rock anroll.
Holy dunc, space junk comin in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash.
Lookin for the baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother-suckin rock an roll.
Mother. (scat singing)
Mother, am I still your son?
You know Ive waited for so long
To hear you say so.
Mother, you left and made me someone.
Now Im still a child, but no one tells me no.
Lookin for a sound thats gonna drown out the world.
Lookin for the father of my two little girls.
Got the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonade.
Still lookin for the face I had before the world was made.
Mother, mother-suckin rock an roll