Spiritism

Come and hold my hand and free your mind And call your mother's spirit Now she's here, she's here behind you Let her see what you've become Oh, I know she won't be proud Cause you're a big fat loser and you got Nothing of what you want You gotta let her see what you'be become Oh, you know she won't be proud The dust on her clothes Makes air harder to breathe The pain in her eyes Hurts you so deep You better let her sleep, You better let her sleep, Let her sleep. Come and hold my hand and free your mind And call your mother's spirit Now she's here, she's here behind you Let her see what you've become Oh, I know she won't be proud Call your mum, I'll bring her back Call anyone you want. But sorry, I can bring back no more The time you've wasted for so long.