Lyrics of Momma was an opium spoker

Rasputina

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Momma was an opium smoker
She'd light it with a red hot poker
She would never take a bath
We would ask her, she'd just laugh
Because our momma was an opium smoker

She made it with this gentleman, lincoln
They met on a boat, it was sinking'
When she should'a gone overboard,
Momma said "no way, oh my lord
Only of opium smoke am i thinkin'."

Oh, help us lord
We can't afford
Her destructive ways
You oughta hear what she says!

She would just sit on her fat ass
Yell at us, "fill up my wine glass!"
She would tell us, "how sad,
You won't never know your dad."
Oh yeah my momma was an opium smoker

Go, momma, go
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She'd hide the money and the drugs in the mattress
I wonder how long she's been at this
And i say, "mom bang the gong,
Can't you see it's all wrong?"
My momma was an opium smoker

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