Good to your momma

You've got me in a corner and I'm slowly getting bored
We've got nothing in common but I've got to endure
Yes I think it's amazing and yes I'd love to come
I'm pretty sure I got your number - thank you and so long

You gotta be good to your momma
Good to your papa
Good to the killers and the predators
Good to your brother
Good to your sister
Good to the friend of a friend you knew in the war

We're both treading water, baby
On the surface of this world
And underneath us are phantoms
Hard to catch and easy to ignore

It is a question that men and angels
Have sought to reveal
Is it worth all of the hurt it takes
To be real