Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sophia Anne Caruso
Sophia Anne Caruso
Vocals
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Chorus
Adam Laird
Adam Laird
Keyboards
Nate Mayland
Nate Mayland
Trombone
Conrad Korsch
Conrad Korsch
Bass
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Conductor
Shannon Ford
Shannon Ford
Drums
John Putnam
John Putnam
Guitar
Sean Driscoll
Sean Driscoll
Guitar
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
Synthesizer
Joey Joseph
Joey Joseph
Keyboards
Joshua Mark Samuels
Joshua Mark Samuels
Percussion
Tony Kadleck
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
Jay Branford
Jay Branford
Woodwinds
Rick Heckman
Rick Heckman
Woodwinds
Vito Chiavuzzo
Vito Chiavuzzo
Woodwinds
Dylan Drake Schwab
Dylan Drake Schwab
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Songwriter
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Orchestrator
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Producer
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Assistant Engineer
Carlos Mora
Carlos Mora
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Thom Beemer
Thom Beemer
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer
Alex Timbers
Alex Timbers
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer
Matt Stine
Matt Stine
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey mom, dead mom
I need a little help here
I'm probably talking to myself here
But dead mom, I gotta ask
[Verse 2]
Are you really in the ground?
'Cause I feel you all around me
Are you here, dead mom?
Dead mom
[Verse 3]
Dead mom, I'm tired of trying
To iron out my creases
I'm a bunch of broken pieces
It was you who made me whole
Every day dad's starin' at me
Like all hurry up, get happy
Move along, forget about your mom
[Verse 4]
'Cause daddy's in denial
Daddy doesn't wanna feel
He wants me to smile
And clap like a performing seal
Ignored it for a while
But daddy's lost his mind for real
You won't believe the mess that we've become
[Verse 5]
You're my home, my destination
And I'm your clone, your strange creation
You held my hand and life came easy
Now jokes don't land and no one sees me
Nothing seems to fit, mama, is this it?
Are you receiving? I want something to believe in
Or I'm done, take me where my soul can run
Or I'll be in my bedroom, wake me when I'm twenty-one
Daddy's moving forward, daddy didn't lose a mom
[Verse 6]
Mama, won't you send a sign?
I'm running out of hope and time
A plague of mice, a lightning strike
Or drop a nuclear bomb
No more playin' daddy's game
I'll go insane if things don't change
Whatever it takes to make him say your name
Dead mom
Written by: Eddie Perfect
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out