This is a song about "Your mom"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But did you think about your mom,

And today we're still in chains

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Your mom walks in and says good morning