Father Cannot Yell - CAN

Look at the place of mine behind the curb

Through the layers found in earthen drift, indeed that is you

And with you, mother screams 'I am mother'

Woman screams 'I am fertile' and the father can’t yell

Rain direction down with stony mind

Created fill the empty river

And you keep remembering mother screaming 'I am mother'

Woman screaming 'I am fertile' and the father

He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet

All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten

Rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother there in pain creating

Woman who just lies there waiting and the father

He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet

You may drift there if you want to, luggage fits inside your pocket like a bill

And keep remembering, mother screaming lost her way

Woman screaming she won’t stay and your father, hasn’t been born yet

All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten

Rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother who in pain creating

Woman who just lies there waiting and the father

He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet

He hasn’t been born yet, he hasn’t been born yet

He hasn’t been born yet

All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten

Rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother who in pain creating

Woman who just lies there waiting and the father

He hasn’t been born, he hasn’t been born

He hasn’t been born, he hasn’t been born yet

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…

All has been forgotten and the plastic turns to rotten

Rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother who in pain creating

Woman who just lies there waiting and the father

He hasn’t been born yet