Mother Mother - Days Lyrics


The pan is hot, I watch the oil spit
Think about putting my hand in it
Feeling something’s better than numbness
Hey, now, babe, it ain’t always like this

But I have days (I have days)
I have days (I have days)
Days that look like mouths that just can’t wait to spit me out
Yes, I have days (I have days)
Yes, I have days (I have days)
When everything out there is like a doorway to despair
Yes, I have days, days, days that I could do without
And I wonder which one’s gonna take me down

On my block I watch the children play
Chances are they’ll feel like this one day
Innocence is just a bridge to pain
Hey, now, babe, it ain’t always so grey

But I have days (I have days)
I have days (I have days)
Days that look like mouths that just can’t wait to spit me out
Yes, I have days (I have days)
Yes, I have days (I have days), oh
Made up of the moments, on each one it’s like I’m choking, aha
Have days, days, days that I could do without
And I wonder which one’s gonna take me down

Down, down, down, down, down (Do without)
Down, down, down, down, down
That’s where I’ve always learned to pick myself up off the ground
Down, down, down, down, down

But I have days, oh
Yes, I have days
Days that look like mouths that just can’t wait to spit me out
Yes, I have days (I have days)
Yes, I have days (I have days)
When everything out there is like a doorway to despair
Yes, I have days (I have days)
Yes, I have
Days that look like mouths that just can’t wait to spit me out
Yes, I have days (I have days)
Yes, I have days
Made up of the moments, on each one it’s like I’m choking, aha
Have days, days, days that I could do without
But I’ll never ever let ’em take me down

Mother Mother - Days Lyrics

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