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... rock and roll
Holy dunc, spacejunk staring into the flash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother suckin' rock and roll
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
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
Lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world
Lookin' for the father of my two little girls
Bass suit, blue shades, blue boogie motorcade
I'm still looking for the face I had before the world was made
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother... rock and roll
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Giving his soul for gold
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother, mother... rock and roll
Mother... rock and roll
Mother... rock and roll
Mother... rock and roll
Mother... rock and roll
Mofo (Mother's
Mix)
Lookin' for to save my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my....
Lookin' for to save my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my....
Save my soul
Save my soul
Lookin' for to save my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my....
Mother
Mother am I still your son
Now I'm still a child
Save my soul
Mother
You know I've waited for so long
Lookin' for to save my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my....
If
God Will Send His Angels (The Grand Jury Mix)
Nobody else here baby
Nobody else here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in my mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff the stuff of country songs
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Will everything be alright?
God's got his phone off the hook babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw
That child hangin' round this neighbourhood
See His mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would that make it alright?
Where do you go?
Where do we go?
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope and where is the faith... and the love ?
What's that you say to me
Does love... light up your Christmas tree ?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God will send his angels
And I don't have to know how
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise
Cause I don't want to lie
Just when I need to
Tonight
Now.....
