Nobody else here baby
Nobody else here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain

Nobody made you do it
No one put words in my mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright

God got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would that make alright
Where do we go, where do we go

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope
And where is the faith
And the love
What's that you say to me
Does love, light up your Christmas Tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels

And I don't have to know how
And I don't need to know why
And I don't wanna promise
'Cause I don't wanna lie
I just want to need you
Tonight

MOFO (album version)

Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll Mother

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash

Mother, mother sucking rock and roll Mother
Mother rock and roll Mother

Mother, mother, mother,
Mother, mother

Mother, am I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother, you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world
Looking for the father of my two little girls
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made

Mother, mother sucking rock and roll Mother
Bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll Mother

Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother

Soothe me mother
Move me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother
Show me mother
etc.