| Song | Mother No More |
| Artist | The Residents |
| Album | Animal Lover |
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| 作词 : Residents | |
| I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear your voice again | |
| You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
| That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear it again | |
| She'll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear his voice again | |
| He will never say “It's my favorite time of day,” | |
| When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear it again | |
| But I know I'll hear you when it's late at night | |
| And you're sleeping in your room again | |
| You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
| And I'll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
| You will not say “mother” again | |
| No, you won't say “mother” again |
| zuo ci : Residents | |
| I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear your voice again | |
| You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
| That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear it again | |
| She' ll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear his voice again | |
| He will never say " It' s my favorite time of day," | |
| When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear it again | |
| But I know I' ll hear you when it' s late at night | |
| And you' re sleeping in your room again | |
| You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
| And I' ll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
| You will not say " mother" again | |
| No, you won' t say " mother" again |
| zuò cí : Residents | |
| I will never hear you in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear your voice again | |
| You will never say that you love the little cakes | |
| That I bake so early in the morning, no | |
| I will never hear it again | |
| She' ll never hear him in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear his voice again | |
| He will never say " It' s my favorite time of day," | |
| When the sun is setting in the evening, no, | |
| She will never hear it again | |
| But I know I' ll hear you when it' s late at night | |
| And you' re sleeping in your room again | |
| You will dream of the faraway wickedness of war | |
| And I' ll hear you sobbing after midnight, no, | |
| You will not say " mother" again | |
| No, you won' t say " mother" again |