Tell Yer Ma Songtext / Lyric

It's not your imagination

You've got no room to breathe

It's not your imagination

You've got no where to be

It's all turning into nothing

You're hurting everywhere

Takes all your concentration

Just tearing out your hair

Tell your ma

Get your dad

I'm turning on (& on)

Feel what you know

Know what you feel

You're stealing my show

You know what I mean

Tell your ma

Get your dad

I'm turning on (& on)

Don't you know what's going down?

Been overloading all year round

Round, round

It's not my imagination

I've got nothing to eat

It's not my imagination

I'm skinning up to sleep

And it's not enough

Why's it so rough

All these strange conversations

We still ain't "Let it be"

Tell your ma

Get your dad

I'm turning on & on & on & on

& on & on & on

& off