(Heaton/Rotheray) It was the middle of winter And I drove us in my car The snow started falling So we stopped off at a bar
The beer started flowing And your mother and I took the floor But by the last dance we were tired So I booked a room next door
So if anyone asks you If you come from Heaven above You're from a one star hotel With a five star passionate love
It was a hot summers day And we drove there in our car And your father was thirsty So we had to find a bar
Well he couldn't stop drinking And he couldn't stand on his feet We had to walk to a hotel And book ourselves into a suite
So if the teacher asks you Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell You're from a one star drunken screw In a one star motel Yes if the teacher asks you Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell You're from a pitch black toilet In a highway Taco Bell
I'll remember the birth For the rest of my time on this land You're mother sweating buckets And me holding onto her hand
Well your father was absent He claimed he couldn't find the ward Just tugging on mescal Trying to eat the umbilical cord
So if anyone asks you Do you know where you're from, say yes You're from your mother's womb And your father's stinking breath And if they ask you how you got here Tell them just what it took Your father's stinking breath And your mother's stinking luck
Your father and I won't tell the whole truth Your father and I won't tell the truth
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: David Glenn Stead (PPL - I), David Ricardo Rotheray (PPL - I), David Robert Hemingway (PPL - I), Jacqueline Abbott (PPL - I), Paul David Heaton (PPL - I), Sean Welch (The Beautiful South) (PPL - I)Publicado em 1998ECAD verificado fonograma #1966406 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM