Texty: Beulah. Your Mother Loves You Son.

You been counting on a sunday
oh the world, the world, the world,
has gone insane
always something
over nothing
get excited over everything that's said

you been counting on a saviour
hide your feeling oh you've got to keep them safe
once a baptist still a menace
just a long shot everything you feel is fine

last night's a loaded gun
you better hope that the world won't end tonight
all the mothers love you son
you better hope that the world won't end
cause you've been betting on yourself again
better leave, at least you still have a friend
when you're bankrupt and your out of luck
odds are dropping it's about time you ducked

last night's a loaded gun
you better hope that the world won't end tonight
all the mothers love you son
you better hope that the world won't end
cause you've come too far
think of all the people you'd hurt
don't wanna make your mother cry
it's not okay, all right?

last night's a loaded gun
you better hope that the world won't end tonight
all the mother's love you son
you better hope that the world won't end
cause you've come too far
think of all the people you'd miss