Somebody's Mother Lyrics

She sits there drinking: "What does the fiction represent?"
The T.V. scandal, can make her break out in a sweat
She watches it to make her feel part of something she never was, no
She sings a song that her father whistled while he worked

It helps her relax, a mild depressant keeps her down
And she weeps smiling, the radio bleeds that happy sound
The music nullifies all her fears, with words to that effect
She's happy now, she thinks that really nothing could go wrong

All this waiting all for nothing
Routine living, rooms to live in
Routine living, merely wasting away

This life she's living is an extension of our guilt
The four-walled conscience imposed by those who never felt
The pain, the tedious drudgery, boredom (relax!) - it's lonely
And it's not right that this way of life should go on