Supernal - Mad Moms Lyrics

Turning greyer
Everyday
Kids flying down the stairs
But moms not in the mood to play
Lashing out from all this stress
Chuck the bottles, clean up our mess
Too much fun is a bad time, we can run but we can't hide
Can't catch a breath to save her life
Mad moms
Rocket won't zip it
His off button needs keys
Z's having a hissy fit
And the house is infested, ridden with fleas
Ma's hearts beating out of her chest
I'll do what's told, mom knows best
Do the dishes, clean the house
"Please be quiet while I shout,
I brought you into this world, I can take you right out"
Mad moms
(Mom's mad)
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