It was the middle of winter So we stopped off at a bar
And your mother and I took the floor But by the last dance we were tired So I booked a room next door
If you come from Heaven above You're from a one star hotel With a five star passionate love
And we drove there in our car And your father was thirsty
Well he couldn't stop drinking And he couldn't stand on his feet We had to walk to a hotel And book ourselves into a suite
So if the teacher asks you Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell You're from a one star drunken screw Yes if the teacher asks you Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell You're from a pitch black toilet
For the rest of my time on this land You're mother sweating buckets And me holding onto her hand
Well your father was absent He claimed he couldn't find the ward Trying to eat the umbilical cord
Do you know where you're from, say yes You're from your mother's womb And your father's stinking breath And if they ask you how you got here Tell them just what it took Your father's stinking breath And your mother's stinking luck
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