[Intro]
[Verse] Simple Fingerpicking
Please mother hit me
It s what I need
Your strikes are painless
For I have more tricks up my sleeve
Someday you ll see I ve my own bag of tricks
I m stronger than I was before
I m sure that you ll be doing well
While your sweet children burn in hell
A burden that you wish you could ignore
[Chorus] Still Fingerpicking
Dear mother I have no religion
And I know that I won t burn in hell
And I know that I m always forgiven
(Parallel to the yourself you start strumming instead of picking)
But you ll always question yourself
[Verse 2] Strumming
Please mother hit me
It s what I need
Your blows are sunshine
Beaming on atomic seed
Go get your jollies from your crucifix
It s always saved your soul before
I m sure that you ll be doing well
While your sweet children burn in hell
A burden that you wish you could ignore
[Chorus] Strumming
Dear mother I have no religion
And I know that I won t burn in hell
And I know that I m always forgiven
But you ll always question yourself
[Weird Part]
G(?)
[Chorus]
Dear mother I have no religion
And I know that I won t burn in hell
And I know that I m always forgiven
But you ll always question yourself