Stephin Merritt You Are Not My Mother And I Want To Go Home
In the talking garden many pretty things grow
I think you want me to be your garden gnome
You want me to be your plastic flamingo
You are not my mother and I want to go home
You are not my mother, and I want to go home
This is not the planet I was meant to be on
I try to leave but there is no room to roam
I turn around too fast and this world is gone
You are not my mother and I want to go home
You are not my mother, and I want to go home
I wish I could travel back in time to before
I ever met you, when things were what they were
Before I ever opened that little door
I want to go home and you are not my mother
You are not my mother, and I want to go home