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Rasputina - Momma Was an Opium-Smoker lyrics
Momma was an opium smoker She light it with a red-hot poker She would never take a bath We would ask her, she'd just laugh because our momma was an opium smoker She made it with this gentleman, Lincoln They met on a boat, it was sinkin' When she shoulda gone overboard, momma say "No way, oh my Lord only of opium smoke am I thinkin'." Oh, help us, Lord we can't afford her destructive ways You oughta' hear what she says! She would just sit on her fat ass yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass!" She would tell us, "How sad, you won't never know your dad." Oh yeah, my momma was an opium smoker Go, momma, go Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh She hide the money and the drugs in the mattress I wonder how long she's been at this And I say, "Mom, bang the gong, can't you see it's gone all wrong?" My momma was an opium smoker |
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