Songtexte Mother May I? - Foe

Sick of playing ′ring, ring roses' with myself.
Blind man, Bad egg, Capture the flag.
I spy something in the desert in my mind.
Mother, may I play games with the bigger kids?

Dancing around, hotter than hell.
Musical chairs.
Which one? Pick one musical chair.
Drop me in hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Musical hell.

Kiss chase, chase!
This stinking, grey castle is full of grays, knees, birds, bees.
The bees, the birds are buzzing. Ready?
And I see something in the desert in my mind:
Hot sun, burning down, burning our innocence.

Dancing around, hotter than hell.
Musical chairs.
Which one? Pick one musical chair.
Drop me in hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Musical hell.

Sick of playing ′ring, ring roses' with myself.
Hop scotch, chopsticks, hold the fork, stick with it!
I spy something in the desert in my mind.
Mother, may I play games with the cooler kids?

Dancing around, hotter than hell.
Musical chairs.
Which one? Pick one musical chair.
Drop me in hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Musical hell.

Dancing around, hotter than hell.
Musical chairs.
Which one? Pick one musical chair.
Drop me in hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Hot, hot lava.
Musical hell.