Stay at Home Mom

Why didn't you kill yourself today?

What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray

Put this joie de vivre in your diseased heart?

How Anne Hathaway, how Peg Bundy

Thou art (Hey sugar)

Prove to me that the air you breathe

Wasn't better served by the leaves of a tree

You're but a breeder, tax break receiver

With menopause sweats, a TV tray and a mosh pit son

Who wastes the marrow of his bones jumping into these drums

Please tell him don't stand so (No)

Don't stand so (Close) Don't stand so close to me

See, I know your children

Because I've been your children

And us children, hopeful children

Ain't worth the stretch marks baby

'Cause we may sing these songs of protest

Cast our ballots, too

Forgo meat and ride our bikes

And get our band's stupid tattoo

But it means nothing, nothing

When we get eaten by the sun

¿Que será, que será?

For whatever there is will soon be all gone

So what's wrong with a song

That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long?

A purpose, you want a reason?

Stop believing or stop needing the answers

There are no answers except the sun, the sun, the sun

While you sit on your couch, wait up for your boy

We're polluting his mind with this