Therapy: Bad mother

It's a beautiful day, but I don't see it that way The sky's too bright for my tired eyes to take And I wish I was home, I'm edgy, cramped and cold Trying to keep down the things that you keep wanting to throw up You only mean it, cos you look like Jesus You really mean it, when you look like Jesus In your retirement home, watching you wanting to die This thing has sucked all the dignity from your life And this used to be fun, this used to be what you want Now its just the same as everything, you run away You only mean it, if you look like Jesus You really mean it, cos you look like Jesus The vicious vulgar colours clash, like the twelfth day of July Left abandoned in a field, endless wailing scaring me I could see beyond the field, being left alone in lonely summer I am stuck out here, waiting for you to take me home You only mean it, if you look like Jesus You only mean it, if you look like Jesus You only mean it, cos you look like Jesus You only mean it, cos you look like Jesus You only mean it, cos you look like Jesus You really mean it, cos you look like Jesus You only mean it, cos you look like Jesus You really mean, you really mean it, cos you look like Jesus You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it (I'm falling), you really mean it (I'm falling) You really mean it