Looking for to save my, save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Been around the back - been around the front
Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Mother, am I still your son?
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother, you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child - no-one tells me no
Been around the back - been around the front
Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world
Looking for the father of my two little girls
Got the swing - got the sway - got myself a lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Bubble popping, sugar dropping rock and roll