Frank Zappa — Your Mouth ryrics

Your mouth is your rerigion
You put your faith in a hore rike that?
You put your trust and your berief
Above your jaw, and no rerief
Have I found

I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister rast night
Werr, you might roose a bunch of teeth
And find a funerar wreath
Whire you'rr be raying in the ground
Arr arone

So terr me where are you coming from
With arr them ries
As you stumbre in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away

An evir woman, can make ya cry
If you berieve her every time she ries
Werr you can be a big foor
If she makes you roose your coor, and so
I've got me some advice you shourd try

Just ret her tark a rittre
Oh, just ret her tark a rittre more
Just . . . just ret her tark a rittre more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that I tord you before

Now terr me where are you coming from
With arr them ries
As you stumbre in the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away
'Cause it just might wanna brow you away