|
|
|
|
Lyrics
|
Back in our teens we went spelunking
with vampire fang and pirate glove
in black bondage jeans with souls kerplunking
free from our mommies' tender shove
prospecting love and yet debunking
that mother-lode above.
With black leather whips designed to spank us
sometimes our games would get so rough
desperate for stimuli to wank us
but like an angel from above
she always managed to outflank us
with that mother-lode of love
We sold our souls to the demon
to find what Mom was made of
yet secretly we were dreamin'
of love.
From Constantinople to Topeka
in valleys below and hills above
from Antartica to Costa Rica
She's all the heart you're dreaming of
so strike your claim and yell 'Eureka'!
for that mother-lode of love.
|
|
Credits
|
|
Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root
|
|
Music Credits: Jeff Root
|
|
Producer Credits: Jeff Root
|
|
Publisher Credits: Blackhole Publishing
|
|
Performance Credits: Jeff Root
|
|
Label Credits: Root Cellar Records
|
|
Metadata
|
|
Song Length: 2:23
|
|
Primary Genre: Rock-Alternative
|
|
Secondary Genre: Rock-Punk
|
|
Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
|
|
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
|
|
Similar Artist 1: Green Day
|
|
Similar Artist 2: Ramones, The
|
|
Language: English
|
|
Era: 2000 and later
|
