August Mademoiselle

Your mother lives a problem and her life is constant pain
The skies above her darken, I can all but feel the rain
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same

You hear her words of wisdom and you practice what she'll tell
Though she followed all those rituals and lost her loves as well
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same

You better listen to me and renounce that woman's name
For if you don't you might as well go back from whence you came
And the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
For the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
For the way you're going, you'll turn out the same
For the way you're going, you'll turn out the same