My mother, the mother of the boy next door
And the mother of my friend,
Holds a TeD-Ex masterclass meeting in our living room.
 
She was telling them
How I was striving to take her to an early grave.
 
The mother of the boy next door agreed and said her boy too
Will, one of these days take her to an early grave too.
 
And the mother of my friend said the same,
 
My mother told them how I’m going to finish her
And kill her with a heart seizure.
And the mother of the boy next door agreed
And said that she would gladly die of a heart seizure
Because her boy doesn’t care.
 
I told my friends we must change our ways
For if we don’t -
We might be beset with a series of funerals and burials.