Mother Grim

Been hiding underground again have you?
Out all night
with your scythe
skulking around
in that old black cloak
with the oversize hood
seeing those no good chums of yours
War
Famine
and Pestilence

Mark my words they'll lead you astray
all this reaping
reaping
reaping
It'll have to stop one day
There's no future in it
It will never do any of you any good

And look how thin you've got
why you're nothing but a bag of bones
It's about time you packed it all in
got yourself a proper job
found a nice young lady
and settled down
You could have been anything
a doctor or a lawyer
even a bin loader would be better than this

If you're not careful to mend your ways
you'll send your poor old Mom
to an early grave
then you'll be sorry when you do
and what will the neighbors have to say
They'll be talking about us forever
Is that what you really want
a lifetime of eternal shame??