I Want My Momma

They say that kids are cruel
 They're much crueler when they're old
 You know they take what they can get
 And leave the others in the cold
 Now that I'm out of my small pond
 I shake and shiver scared
 'Cause I see the big fish at my tail
 And know their teeth are bared
 Gone are the days of consolation prize
 And second place
 And welcome to the days
 Of a nice slap across my face
 And so I try and try and try and try
 To finally find my niche
 But the more I see I find this world's
 A real son of a bitch
 I Want My Momma!
 They'll pay me to kill someone
 And they'll pay to film me screw
 They'll pay me to shred papers
 And stick chemicals in food
 So by the time I finished
 With this servantile game
 My life, my hope, my dreams, my youth
 Go surfing down the drain
 I Want My Momma!