Don't move back with your mother
You know what it'll be like
Stuck out in the suburbs
Too drunk to drive
Too lazy to ride your bike
Don't move back with your mother
If you stay it'll be on her terms
Her boyfriend won't allow
A book in the house
'cause he's too dumb to read
And too proud to learn
What a sorry state you must be in
To be contemplating
Moving back in
After all those terrible things she did to you
From year dot to seventeen
From year nought to seventeen
Don't move back with your mother
What you save in rent
You will pay in every conceivable way
Until you're spiritually spent
Don't move back with your mother
Look what she did to your dad
She was always so silent and strong
I'm sure it was her that drove him mad
What a sorry state...
...but you're not seventeen
So don't move back with your mother