Mama's Boy

by WOLF GIRL

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LIMITED EDITION CASSETTE AVAILABLE TO BUY NOW FROM SOFT POWER RECORDS!

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CLICK HERE: softpowerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/mamas-boy

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released May 5, 2014

All songs written and recorded by the band at Bucket East Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Chris.
Album artwork by Becky.

Special thanks to Pete Farrugia for letting us use his studio and stuff.

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WOLF GIRL London, UK

hairy scary
garage pop


London, UK.

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Track Name: Good For Nothing
If you and I were on a gameshow we wouldn't win a dime,
I can't remember your birthday and you've forgotten mine.
We're no use to society can't cook a single meal,
can hardly tie shoelaces, or express the way we feel

Because we're useless, that's why this works.
We're a useless pair of good for nothing jerks.

If you and I were earth's last hope we wouldn't help a soul,
just six minutes to save the world we'd easily doom us all.
We never have clean underwear, don't wash behind our ears,
hope someone else will pay the rent and never face our fears.

Because we're useless, that's why this works.
We're a useless pair of good for nothing jerks.

...Useless pair of good for nothings,
we agree we're a disgusting
useless pair of good for nothing jerks.
Track Name: Freudian Slips
Do you think that your handwriting is a suggestion
of your desires and your repression,
in love with your mother, drifting father afield.
Placing faith in figures and never in fiction,
read your Psychoanalyst Standard Edition,
telling you how you're meant to feel.

Freudian slips, nervous ticks, always get in the way.
Freudian slips, nervous ticks, say what you want to say.

Well your mum like's them Jung and your dad thinks he's smarter,
he's read nearly all of Sartre,
books like that are meant to make me ill.
When you think one thing but say another,
calling out the wrong name to your lover,
ids and ego stifling your will.

Freudian slips, nervous ticks, always get in the way.
Freudian slips, nervous ticks, say what you want to say.

Having dreams you can't ignore. Don't wanna be tongue tied any more.

Freudian slips, nervous ticks, always get in the way.
Freudian slips, nervous ticks, say what you want to say.
Track Name: I Will Be
I will be your ice cream cone, to support your cool sweet self.
I will be your stock check, to keep you from the back of the shelf.
I will be vitamin c, to keep you in good health.

You, I'll be with you.

I will be your garden wall, to keep the monsters out.
I will be your vocal cord, if you ever have to shout.
I will be your punching arm, to give your opinions clout.

You, I'll be with you.
Track Name: Heart In Your Head
You got their number
But they'll never call
Look back over photos
You've seen them all

See the signs most people pass by,
you think you know what's been on their mind.
Heart, a heart, a heart in your head,
beating out thoughts of them in your bed.

Reread that letter
From two years ago
You wanna see them
But they'll never show

See the signs most people pass by,
you think you know what's been on their mind.
Heart, a heart, a heart in your head,
beating out thoughts of them in your bed.

Still in your head, not in your bed.
Track Name: Samson
Once bitten and twice shy
cross your heart and hope to dye
my hair the colour of your eyes

Highlights and search beams
soothe your skin with shaving cream
I'll be the man of your dreams

Samson, don't you look handsome
with your short back and sides and a fringe like a tidal wave
cut off your curls and make you my slave

Under lock and key
trim your tufts as thick as thieves
you'll only have eyes for me

Stolen strength and seven strands
have you under my command
I hope one day you'll understand

Samson, don't you look handsome
with your short back and sides and a fringe like a tidal wave
cut off your curls and make you my slave

Once bitten and twice shy
cross your heart and hope to dye
my hair the colour of your eyes

Samson, don't you look handsome