She's a dead beat mom, a one woman pogrom

A tri-polar paradigm, a lunatika time bomb

When everything is alright, she makes everything wrong

Living only to spite and spit napalm



She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom



A storm without a calm

VPA and lithium is what she should be on

An emotional vacuum, a good vibe tampon

She got her degree in poisonous pedagogy

Taught by her mom



Someone stop her before she destroys

The childhoods of my two boys

My sons mean everything to me

So I pray for some agency

To tell her that she's wrong



But the dead beat mom isn't able to hack it

She needs to be in a Prada straight jacket

A padded rubber room is where she belong

It's the perfect place for, maybe add some mace for



The dead beat mom, she's my Vietnam

I got PTSD and an STD

Is everything okay?

No everything is wrong

Last week I saw her humming this song



She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom

She's a dead beat mom