Good Mother

I've got money in my pocket

I like the color of my hair

I've got a friend who loves me

Got a house, I've got a car

I've got a good mother

and her voice is what keeps me here

Feet on ground

Heart in hand

Facing forward

Be yourself

I've never wanted anything

No I've, no I've, I've never wanted anything

so bad...so bad

Cardboard masks of all the people

I've been

thrown out with all the rusted, tangled

dented God Damned miseries

You could say I'm hard to hold

But if you knew me you'd know

I've got a good father

And his strength is what makes me cry

Feet on ground

Heart in hand

Facing forward

Be yourself

I've never wanted anything

No I've, no I've, I've never

wanted anything so bad...

so bad

I've got money in my pocket

I like the color of my hair

I've got a friend who loves me

Got a house, I've got a car

I've got a good mother

and her voice is what keeps me here

Feet on ground

Heart in hand

Facing forward

Be yourself

Heart in hand

Feet on ground

Facing forward

Be yourself

just be yourself

just be yourself

Feet on ground

Heart in hand

Feet on ground

Heart in hand