Mother - Big Thief

She wears flowers around her neck

She cooks that egg so perfect

To eat it warm

To eat it warm, warm

And you sleep under her arm

Where spells fly

To the high white noise

To the highway dime

She looks that bird in the eye

Cuts his throat and bleeds him dry

To eat him warm

To eat him warm, warm

And you sleep under her arm

Where the spells fly

To the high white noise

To the highway dime

She makes milk inside her breast

She dove down to find what’s left

And eat it warm

And eat it warm, warm

And you sleep under her arm

Where the spells fly

To the high white noise

To the highway dime