Lyrics Mother Mother

Mother Mother

Wisdom

Folding my clothes and I feel useless

Don't think I know how to do this

Once I was told but like any misfit

I spit on that good advice

Out in the cold and trying to make fire

Two sticks and stone, still got no fire

Once I was shown but I was inside then

And spit on that good advice

Wisdom, wisdom

Where can I get some?

Wisdom, wisdom

On the pay role, digging up ditches

Dollar is low, so are my wages

Once I was told just how to get rich

But I spit on that good advice

Wisdom, wisdom

Where can I get some?

Wisdom, wisdom

Ah, ah, ah...

Wisdom, wisdom

Where can I get some?

Wisdom, wisdom

I gotta trade my dimwits in for tips

Tips equipped with wisdom

Wisdom

Take off my clothes and I feel useless

Don't think I know how to do this

Once I was told but I like to fidget

And miss out on good advice