Good Friday

She said her mama died on the cross,
Wearing pearls and an albatross
With Jesus and a benzo in her brain

On Easter Sunday they laid her down,
So when I’m broke, that’s when I come around
To avail myself of all my mother’s pain

Mama let me in to take a shower
Mama let me in to clean my clothes
Mama let me in, to wash away the sin
But like Good Friday mama, I come and go

Under a scaffold, far below
High as hell, nowhere to go
I watched her sitting with a book between her hands

Choking on some fresh regrets
And electronic menthol cigarettes,
Praying that one day I’d understand

Mama let me in to take a shower
Mama let me in to clean my clothes
Mama let me in, to wash away the sin
But like Good Friday mama, I come and go
And I guess that’s why you always tell me no

Cause you can’t help,
And I can’t help myself at all
Your boy is just another junkie on the street
If this is hell and every angel has to fall
Then I’ll be crawling home for one more score
With nails right through my feet

Mama let me in to take a shower
Mama let me in to clean my clothes
Mama let me in, to wash away the sin
But like Good Friday mama, I come and go
And I know that’s why you had to tell me no