If the mother goes to sleep with you
Will you run and tell Geraldo?
If the mother bears your children without tears
Without the usual costs of labor
If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the neighbors?
Will you hide behind that get up that you wear?
Or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade
Like peter did on the hill?
Will you call her a freak?
Will you call them freaks?
If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the papers?
How she picked you from a line-up in downtown Philadelphia
With a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and Henry miller in your back pocket
(You little fucker)
If the mother goes to bed with you
In the bowels of the cathedral
Will you render her asunder with what she really needs?
Or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about
Finding yourself in your mother's arms?
Will you call her a freak?
Will you call them freaks?
Will you call them gods?
Will you call them freaks?
You know your sperm is weak
You never looked, so high to ever find her so low
You did not have to go, that far
Now you know they're gonna come for you (they're gonna come for you)
And drag your silly name into the mud (drag your silly name into the mud)
If the mother bears your children without tears (if the mother bears your children without tears)
And without the usual cost of labor (labor, labor, labor)
Will you call her a freak?
Will you call them freaks?
Or will you call them gods?
Will you call them freaks?
You know your sperm is weak
You never looked, so high to ever find him, so low
You did not have to go, that far
To show you were, to show you were holy
To show you were holy
To show you were holy
To show you were holy
To show you were holy, baby, baby, ah, ooh
