My Path Belated – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

I could tell a story, but I cannot wake my husband up from sleep »I could have married others » says the actress in a pornographic filmOh mother o mother of mineI’m not saying this love is wrong, just that I [get it right?And if you, o mother o mother of mineHave fallen in love with a man who imports cola, that would be fineThough he has a good jobI hope he has a friend [upon the politburo]His eyebrows grow togetherPeople in the office are bound to talkAnd as the full moon comesAnd the dogs have all run off to die in peaceAnd as the scent grows strongI hope we make it to the bay by 8 a.m.Mother’s plucking eyebrows, seem to grow while she is fast asleepThere are explanationsThat seem to matter less and less each passing day