Mother? Mother? She's the anti-mother, mother is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is you? It's Hindley on the cover very own sweet anti-mother There she is, on the of The Star Ain't that just the place you you were? Let her rot in hell, is what you Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her Let her out but don't to tell you where she is The to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you You can't wait to piss on her grave You that you're horrified out that you care But really you that you had been there You say you can't bear the thought of she did But you'd do it to her, see her dead Tell me, is the difference between her and you You say that you would her Well, what else you do? you see that the violence has no end? Isn't by rules? you see as angels preaching You're nothing but the Fools in where angels fear to tread You see, to kill others is the of the dead The single mug from the past Ensures your fantasy can and last It you the chance to air your hate Because she got there first, you too late Hindley's crime was to do what others Took her anger and her and pushed it to the brink Then you goodly people, with your sickly mask of love Would tear woman limb from 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 YOUR laying there.