Sodom Don’t Walk Away

Get down six feet under I wish she would, your fat blanket mother She growls and roars like thunder A mouth so big, the eighth world wonders She wants me to throw her daughter away And pick her up instead... Don’t walk away (Don’t walk away) Don’t walk away (Don’t walk away) Yes another cunning plot, to get me under her covers Dior stockings and nothing on top She ain’t like a normal mother I wish I was a million miles away So I can’t hear her say...