Mad Mom

Like a lovely old girl, that’s how she looks:
She is kissing her kids of now to bed
Then she looks around and takes her box
Bullets in the gun, she hits the neighbour-hood
When the sun is gone and you look down a loaded gun
Then you know mad mom is on the run
She is steeling stuff away, though she knows it’s not okay
But she needs it for Sex, Drugs & Rock 'N Roll
Now you’re shouting for help, but it’s too late
Feel her fist crashing down, money away!
Lying on the ground so desperate, if you want revenge
Seek her on the Punk — Rock — Shows this night!