Mother? Mother? Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is you? It's Hindley on the cover Your very own sweet There she is, on the pages of The Ain't that the place you wish you were? Let her rot in hell, is you said Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her Let her out but forget to tell you where she is The chance to screw her is a you wouldn't miss Let her suffer, give her is the verdict you gave You can't wait to piss on her grave You pretend that you're Make out that you But really you wish that you had there You say you can't bear the of what she did But you'd do it to her, you'd see her Tell me, is the difference between her and you You say that you would her Well, what would you do? Don't you see that the violence has no limited by rules? Don't you see as preaching You're nothing but the Fools step in where angels to tread You see, to kill is the ethic of the dead The single mug shot the past Ensures your fantasy can last and It you the chance to air your hate she got there first, you were too late Hindley's crime was to do what think Took her anger and her prejudice and it to the brink Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly of love Would tear that woman limb limb, you'd never get enough So you keep the story alive, so you can yourselves believe you are so much better than her But you aren't, that's GUILT laying there.