Good Friday by Reckless Son published on 2022-11-04T20:26:17Z 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