Going through my mother's purse
Looking for a way to explain
Why she has sold those holes in her heart
She gets mad and she cries
She's bound to lock herself
Will she do better in school?
But we hope she will talk
She feels fat, wears loosey pants
She fat, not so nice to look at
all our lives on her back
Hazardous, dangerous, we were astray
Oh, straight, yeah, no, no,
Things are not well at work
She's not to blame because
Periods sound with pretty labels
Sometimes you'll sound with delays
Maybe I can get a friend to talk to her
Hickory dickory, hickory doh
It's not a joke, no, no, no, no
And I don't want my sister
He hurls straight, straight, yeah
He hurls straight, straight,
He hurls straight, straight, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
The spring swell, no, no, no
The spring, yeah, no, no, no
Hazardous, dangerous, licorice tree
Why she has all those holes in her heart
Not a joke, no, no, no, no
And I don't want my sister's suicide