Every day feels like everyday repetition The news on the TV sounds like a premonition One more baby - one more mouth to bleed The back of a hand is all it takes To break those dreams
Mummy What? I want to be an astronaut I want to be an astronaut
A child cries, a baby screams Restless nights and waking daydreams Demands command each minute of every day after day after day... Eventually the limit comes To snap the tension away
Mummy What? I want to be an astronaut I want to be an astronaut
Social insecurity cuts... there's no more food... A nervous system of battered emotions to change those moods Moments ebb and flow like a storm-tossed boat And every pair of eyes Seems to gloat and gloat and gloat...
Mummy What? I want to be an astronaut I want to be an astronaut Mummy!
Go play with your toys Go play with your toys Go play with your toys Go play...