Mother?  Mother?  Mother?
Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you?
        She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
It's Myra Hindley on the cover
Your very own sweet anti-mother
There she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't that just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell, is what you said
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead
Let her out but don't 
Heal Me lyrics

by Gary Chapman
Heal me!
I'm not sure how much more I can take
I can't tell at what point I will break
But I can feel it coming on
I can feel it coming on
I'm so tired of planning
forget to tell you where she is
The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss
Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave
You just can't wait to piss on her grave
You pretend that you're horrified
Make out that you care
But really you wish that you had been there
You say you can't bear the thought of what she did
But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead
Tell me, what is the difference between her and
Blue Clear Sky lyrics

You swear you've had enough
You're ready to give up
On that little lie they call love
Then out of the blue clear sky
Fallin' right into your hands
Like rain on the desert sand
It'
 you
You say that you would kill her
Well, what else would you do?
Don't you see that the violence has no end?
Isn't limited by rules?
Don't you see as angels preaching
You're nothing but the fools
Fools step in where angels fear to tread
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead
Chorus
The single mug shot from the past
Ensures your fantasy can last and last
It gives you the chance to air your hate
Because she go
I'll Keep On Trying lyrics

You came to me with all of your lies
and I was taken in so well.
Took me quite a time to see the disguise,
you made it very hard to tell.
Now here you are again but you're beggin'
t there first, you were too late
Hindley's crime was to do what others think
Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink
Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough
So you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe
That you are so much better than her
But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there.
Chorus