ella maraschino - mother, he's in the kitchen lyrics
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mother, hes in the kitchen
with a hole in his chest
you taught me not to half ass a job
and how to clean blood out of my dress
do i turn myself in or eat the rest
mother hes in the kitchen
keeping dust off the floor
and theres a blood stain
drying on the cabinet door
i could left him alone but he was begging every day for more
more
so i gave him some
i raked my nails through his hair
thought me his everything
i could be anywhere
and he’d find his way right behind
me
mother hes in the kitchen
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