From the recording The Possibility of Disaster EP

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Lyrics

Written by Mark Croft

Let's go down to the bridge
Because the water's on the rise
the current's carrying the wreckage
Of the car we stole last night
Momma your boys were on the town
But its a town we have outgrown
And seven hours after sundown
You're boys still weren't coming home.

Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
Because It ain't a pretty sight
Momma don't come around
If you don't wanna see
What your boys are doing in the night

We know about this woman
Who likes to take off all her clothes
And she leaves the windows open
And pretends she doesn't know.
And I like to hide out in the bushes
And I sing her lullabies
With sexual replacements
Of words more civilized

Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
Because It ain't a pretty sight
Momma don't come around
If you don't wanna see
What your boys are doing in the night

We'd like to be the instigators
Of a second civil war
So tell your friends and all your neighbors
It's time they boarded up their doors
The mayor's hiding in the basement
As we set city hall on fire
And the sheriff calls in reinforcements
As the levee blows sky high

Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
Oh no Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
Oh no Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
oh no Momma don't come around
Momma don't come around
Oh Momma don't come around
If you don't wanna see what
you're boys are doing the in night