Tracy Bonham

Mother mother how’s the family, I’m just calling to say hello How’s the weather how’s my father am I lonely heavens no Mother mother are you listening, just a phone call to ease your mind Life is perfect never better, distance making the heart grow blind When you sent me off to see the world,

She’ll suck the living down to size three She’ll suck the living and she’ll kill me Necks are crooked and it’s time to sing Her beak is wide open at the sound of wings Oh ay She kisses harder than me She kisses harder than me I guess I’m not that hungry Veins are rivers

You’ve got a rocket Inside your bullet head I’ve seen you walk it baby Your knack for greatness Has never done you wrong You showed that sweet old lady Who’s got the bulldog Who’s got the bulldog Who’s got the bulldog down below You talk of genius I feel an undertow Which head of yours

A navy bean is bigger than it seems put it on and don’t ask what it means Parade around Cellophane is thicker than it seems put it on and don’t ask what it means Parade around Shaving cream is thicker than it seems shave ’em off and don’t ask what it means Parade around An

Have you ever heard the sound Of you head in the ground And you’re afraid to say And it won’t go away? That’s the sound of your brain cracking That’s the sound of your brain cracking That’s the sound of your brain cracking That’s the sound of your brain cracking Have you ever heard the