Mothersound, What have they done to you? You're withering away in the cold Mothersound, Once again the world's molested you And took your soul I have done this for the sound, Have done this for the sake of you, The sake of me; And you, can mark my f**ing words; "We aren't a mock-supposed-to-be" And we're here to rouse the rabble Thanks to you, We get our ace fix From exposing what you are And what you have done You've poisoned the litter No better time, than now To change what has been written And what has been taught To those who would not have known better I have done this for the sound, Have done this for the sake of you, The sake of me; And you, can mark my f**ing words "We aren't a mock-supposed-to-be" And we're here to rouse the rabble