.
One, two, three, four
Mama said «pick yourself up from the floor»
Five, six, seven, eight
Mama said «Get up and fight»
I told my mama «It has always been too late»
Now I can’t seem to sleep at night
Can you hear the doors to my future
Closing like «clank-clank-clank»
This ride was hella expensive
I’m crying all the way to the bank
One, two, three, four
I told my mama «I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore»
Five, six, seven, eight
Mama said «embrace your fate»
But mama, it seems like
it was always too late
Can you hear all the good men
Saying «Nah, too many red flags»
and all the good women shouting
»Red flags?? More like body bags!»
So it goes
One, two, three, four
Mama said «pick yourself up from the floor»
Five, six, seven, eight
I told you mama
It was always too late
It was always too late
Mama said «Embrace your fate»
I look in the mirror and see someone I hate
