If the mother goes to sleep with you
will you run and tell Geraldo
If the mother bears your children without tears
Without the usual costs of labor

If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the neighbors
Will you hide behind that get up that you wear
Or will take the first ear that comes into contact
With your blade like Peter did on the hill

Will you call her a freak?
Will you call them freaks?

If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the papers
How she picked you from a line up in downtown Philadelphia
With a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth
And Henry Miller in your back pocket
You little fucker

If the mother goes to bed with you
In the bowels of the cathedral
Will you render her asunder with what she really needs
Or will you crash that beautiful silence
With some talk about finding yourself in your
Mother's arms

Will you call her a freak?
Will you call them freaks?
Or will you call them gods?
Will you call them freaks?

you know your sperm is weak
You never looked,
So high to ever find her
So low you did not have to go,
That far to show her you were holy

Now you know they're gonna come for you
And drag your silly name into the mud
If the mother bears your children without tears
Without the usual cost of labor