Woorden: Atomic Potato. Other. Mrs. Butterworth's Indestructible Bomb Shelter.

[Originally by Gimp]

Mrs. Butterworth tried for the fourth time today
to get her ass out of bed but I don't have to explain
'cause it's the way things go and it's the way things change,
the way things are and they always stay the same.
So, Mrs. Butterworth, did I mention it seems like you're dying?

When she talks to me every once in a while she tries to laugh, she tries to smile.
Tries to hold back the tears, but she knows they always come.
You'll die, you'll burn, you'll fry,
and you'll learn you can't trust no one, that was my mistake,
while everybody's fighting for their own little piece of the cake.

IT TOOK TWO YEARS, BUT SHE FINISHED IT, FINALLY IT STOOD!
SHE HAD NO HOME AND YOU GOT NO JOB, FINALLY IT STOOD!
MRS. BUTTERWORTH'S SHELTER, MRS. BUTTERWORTH'S SHELTER,
IT TOOK TWO YEARS BUT SHE FINISHED IT.

When she talks to me every once in a while she tries to bleed she tries to smile.
Tries to hold back the tears, but she knows they always come.
You'll die, you'll burn, you'll fry,
and you'll learn you can't trust no one, that was my mistake,
when everybody's fighting for their own little piece of the cake.

GO!

And when she's happy, she'll die alone, finally she's won.
She was before but no one could tell, finally she's done.
Everytime I see her. Everytime I see her.
It's been a sad life but can't she see

Sometimes I wonder, where could she be now?
Did she make it up to heaven or is she still around me?
I guess I'll never know. I guess I'll never know.
Is she near me, in me, for me, with me?
A sad sad soul but she had to had to go,
but I never really told her she was more than the world to me.
To me. To me.

GO!

123!

Mrs. Butterworth cried for the last time today,
it was early in the morning it was only three AM.
But I came so quick and I ran to her side.
I barely got there quick enough to see her close her eyes for the last time.
So why'd you have to go away?
Sometimes I wonder, where could she be now?
Did she make it up to heaven or is she still around me?
I guess I'll never know. I guess I'll never know.
Is she near me, in me, for me, with me?
A sad sad soul but she had to had to go,
but I never really told her she was more than the world to me