Lyrics

He's living on welfare cheques Staying drunk, well I expect He's got a home in every town Scratching his way just like a hound Twice weekly come what may We pass the time away Spilling our hearts out to each other He calls me son, I call him mother Ma ma (my my) Ma ma (my my) My my mother silhouette My mother silhouette He's a-living on cigarettes And he fills the room with yellow flame Sometimes I swear we look the same Ma ma (my my) Ma ma (my my) My my mother silhouette