Audience - Seven Sore Bruises lyrics

Werth-Williams Your Momma caught me rockin' in a place she thought was shockin' If it wasn't for the stocking that she found around my neck I think she wouldn't care a little but she hit me like a skittle And I landed in the middle of the DJ's deck Your Momma caught me walkin' with a blonde I was a talkin' And I didn't hear her stalkin' up behind me on the street I tried to make her laugh it off,I saw she wouldn't have it When she threw me at the traffic, well, I knew that I was beat Seven sore bruises, your Momma's big shoes did For messin' 'round with floosies while your back was turned She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead I wish I was dead, you know I sure got burned Your Momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered And I guess she thought my olden days had all returned again Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder And I went out even colder than a stone age man