*Good Mother*

I've got
Money in my pocket
I like the colour of my hair
I've got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I've got a car

I've got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground, heart in hand
Facing forward
Just be yourself

I, I've never wanted anything
No I, I've never wanted anything
So bad, So bad

Cardboard
Masks of all the people I've been
Thrown out with all the rusted, tainted, dented
God damn miserys
You can say I'm hard to hold
But if you knew me you'd know

I've got, a good father
And his strength is what makes me cry
Feet on ground, heart in hand
Facing forward
Just be yourself

I, I've never wanted anything
No I, No I, I've never wanted anything
So bad, so bad

I've got
Money in my pocket
I like the colour of my hair
I've got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I've got a car

I've got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground, heart in hand
Facing forward
Just be yourself
Heart in hand, feet on ground
Facing forward
Just be yourself