The blood of family doesn't help
I put myself back on the shelf
If mother knows best then mother knows why
My Earth's gone flat and the sun burns sour
The blood of family doesn't help
I put myself back on the shelf
If mother knows best then mother knows why

You have found the monsters that make us wonder
Who has human skin?
The mistakes born
That you'd be so very happy
In a dog pile of great men

I try my best
To make it home
And your services
I'll cut them off

Pull me out of the stairs
Oh, the truth

I have found the people that live inside
The dust balloons on mars
Never mind the boring fortunate fathers
Processed in the morgues
I try my best
To make it home
And your services
I'll cut them off

Pull me out of the stairs
Oh, the truth

Based in different houses that a ran a road
Between yours and mine
Feigning smiles in the vast echo of space
And biding all our time

I try my best
To make it home
And your services
I'll cut them off

[Instrumental break]

You have found the monsters that make us wonder
Who has human skin?
The mistakes born
That you'd be so very happy
In a dog pile of great men
The blood of family doesn't help
I put myself back on the shelf
If mother knows best then mother knows why
The Earth's gone flat and the sun burns sour
The blood of family doesn't help
I put myself back on the shelf
If mother knows best then mother knows why