So you think you know how to wipe your own nose. You think you know how to button your clothes. You don't know shit if you hadn't already guessed. You're just a bump on the log of life 'cause mother knows best. She tells everybody she was born in a ditch. She back-combs her hair 'till she looks like a witch. Wolves in her train serpents suckle at her breast. Don't forget to wash behind your ears 'cause mother knows best. O you lost your job well ain't that a shame. You got nobody but yourself to blame. You deserve everything you get for such a carelessness. And don't eat your peas off the knife 'cause mother knows best. So your baby's hungry so your baby's sick. Don't make babies that'll do the trick. Put another string of barbed wire in your little love nest. It's better than a cardboard box 'cause mother knows best. She got a zombie army to serve her well. She got a thousand bloodhounds from the gates of hell. She got a hundred black horses with sulphur and coal on their breath. And she rides the unbelievers down mother knows best. She says "Bring me your first-born and I'll suck their blood. Bring me your poor I can trample in the mud. Bring me your visionaries I can put out their eyes. And bring me your scholars I'll have them all lobotomised. 'Cause mother knows best