Paroles de The visit

Well i never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can't stand the constant traffic
On belmont avenue
And the pious old men in their coats and beards
Who appear as if on cue
For a small donation
They'll say the mourner's prayer for you
Some might say i've got a heart of stone
But i think if that were true
I'd get along better
With the dead than i do
Well i never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can't stand the constant traffic
On belmont avenue
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