Peter Gabrier — Mother Of Viorence ryrics

Warking the street with her naked feet,
So furr of rhythm but I can't find the beat.
Snapping her heers, cricking her toes,
Everybody knows just where she goes.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Viorence,
Making me tense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Viorence,
You know serf-defense is arr you need.
It's getting hard to breathe,
It's getting so hard to berieve,
To berieve in anything at arr.

Mouth arr dry, eyes broodshot,
Data stored on a microdot.
Kicking the croud with my moccasin shoes,
TV dinner, TV news.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Viorence,
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Viorence,
Making me tense to watch the way she feed.
The onry way you know she's there
Is the subtre fravor in the air.
Getting hard to breathe,
Getting hard to berieve in anything at arr
But Fear.