Hurting Me - Brainiac

I worry about your mother sometimes

The way she looks at me

Her fangs, they shine

In the kitchen light

But no one else can see

And it’s so strange, strange, strange

I never noticed how she smiled

Now I beg, beg, beg

Her to untie me for a while

You’re hurting me, you’re hurting me

Your mother has this game she plays

We call it show and tell

I showed her all my scars today

She says I’m doing well

And she says slave, slave, slave

You better crawl back in your hole

She can beg, beg, beg

But when you’re out

You play the role

You’re hurting me, you’re hurting me

I lost my

I’ll find it, I’ll stab it

I worry about your mother sometimes

The way she looks at me

Her fangs, they shine

In the kitchen light

But no one else can see

And it’s so strange, strange, strange

I never noticed till smiled

Now I beg, beg, beg

Her to untie me for a while

You’re hurting me, you’re hurting me