Mother Tongue

The city stays high all night

Lit up and shivering like a pinball table of fire flies

An echo of home on the edge of life

Shot through the veins of an angel I'm the devil in exile.

Believe you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

Who's calling on the phone?

Dip the nose of the card to the sugar lines

And to the desert of the cinnamon hills of moonshine

He said: 'what can I do to make you mine?'

Kiss out the twang from my lips on the way to the big time.

Believe you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

Who's calling on the phone?

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Forgot your mother tongue

Believe you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think your mother would say of what you've done

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?

Believe you have forgotten your precious mother tongue

What do you think of mother would say of what you've done

And if you can't remember the place you call a home

Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone?