Mothers - Fat Chance lyrics

Come here please Can he see The two eyes Doing our best to sing You must keep quiet The hands are the organs of feeling Unforgiving and Leaving nothing not k**ed When you remove my gloves One hundred gold Night-dresses Flayed open How many fingers Must you put in my mouth To muffle my apology And precious, how You scream like an alley cat Yet go home to lick your masters hands With our mouths open Everybody laughed Fat chance and Mouth Under the mouth Ask him how many Fingers he has