soft ballad to mothers of queer children, queer cashiers and transexual anger!

Produced by Pablo Tuke

Lyrics:
I’m walking to the grocery store 
As I call my mum
And I tell her I don’t really love you anymore 
She said that she feels numb
you stick out like a sore thumb 
Nobody will ever love u 
come back 4 a rescue 
In the meantime please fuck off 
And then she coughed 
And hung up the phone 

I’m walking down the grocery store aisle
Loving your parents is out of style 
I went to buy a can of beans 
forgot which ones I’m allergic to
I’m walking down the grocery store aisle
So I go up to the cashier
She looks a little queer  
I say how much are these groceries 

She says two hundreds and 50 gs
I can’t afford these groceries

So I’m running I’m running 
they’re running theyre running 
And I’m running I’m running I’m running I'm running
Im in the back of the police car 
I call my mum again to pick me up from jail
Please mum come and save me and pay my bail 
I’m walking out of jail with a bag of groceries 
I'm walking out of jail with my mum
I’m driving home with my mum 
She tells me
You can’t keep doing this anymore
I can’t keep loving you anymore 

loving your parents is out of style 
We’re home and I’m hitting I’m hitting I’m hitting her with a bag of groceries 
She’s dead so I grab her keys go to the woolies 

I run into the grocery store 
Blood is dripping from my pores
I’m walking through the grocery store aisle 
Paying for food is out of style 

And I go up to the queer cashier
Ask if they wanna get out of here

I’m walking through the depths of hell
My mother is here as well
There’s horns on her head 
She says you’re dead
Oh how the tables have turned
You’ve tormented me now you shall be burned

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