Your mother wants to know,
If you're coming home,
For the three-day weekend,
She says No
big
deal,
But is that how it feels?
Your phone voice is all pretend
She makes you feel so small,
Like you never moved out at all,
You feel so small,
But she doesn't mean it after all
Your mother wants to know,
Why you're acting as though,
She planned the whole life that you lead,
She wants so bad to be,
A mother perfectly,
But she's nothing like what you want to be
She makes you feel so small,
Like you never moved out at all,
You feel so small,
But she doesn't mean it after all
Your mother gets along,
But she misses Hong Kong,
You know, but never to what extent,
She makes Sunday's meal,
Into such a big deal,
But to you it's a total non-event
She makes you feel so small,
Like you never moved out at all,
You feel so small,
But she doesn't mean it after all
- :
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower