Mama Called Video (MV)

Mama called me, can't you stop
Cause your music doesn't rock
Everything you've ever dropped
Sucks
Mama called me, can't you stop
Cause your music doesn't rock
Everything you've ever dropped
Sucks
Mama called me: "Hello my sweetie
Are you fine, you're alright?" - Hi, Ma, I'm
"Saw you last night on TV. You're serious
Jumpin' around with your balls out delirious"
Yeah, let me explain that, Ma! - "I tell you what
You're not a star! You're a shame for us
For me, your brothers and our dog
You hear him bark? He's upset, too
Yeah, he saw you, too! You ungrateful fool"
But ma, it's art what I do
Thought you knew
It's the way I express myself
To all the fools of the world, on earth
To show them we are the crap of the universe
You know, ma? That's important words
Yeah, it sounds absurd
But if I hurt I get heard
"But it's disgusting and obscene
Don't get the meaning of bloody pee and
Why do you have to be so mean and
Make the abused pig bleedin'?"
Oh right, I forgot about that, but it's not what it seems
Just forget about that
Provocative shit to get peoples' attention
Not my idea, it was the director's intention to
Present a metaphor - "For what?"
Ma, honestly, I don't know what's the matter for
But the world is dark
And I want to show that shit's gettin' deep in here
And I'm tryin' to keep on believin'
Though the end is near and before I will leave
I'm gonna show all the people my music
Every piece of me, so I keep on releasin'
I'm sorry, Ma
Why can't you just be proud of me
Love my shit, maybe it's obscene
What I do makes me feel released
Make it loud 'cause it is just me
Mama called like "Hello my dear
I've been tryin' to call you like since a year
Got my telephone near but you never text back
Are you busy with sex, hope you contracept." - Ahm, Mom
"You know, dad and me, we never used condoms
We were young and we saw no problems
We were high and abortion forbidden
So I brought you while dad was arrested in prison
I delivered in the middle of a mass teen orgy
My bulging boobs made me god damn horny
The quartermaster named you 'cause
He was so cool when he jacked the cars
Why can't you be like him?" - Mom, please shut up
I am tryin' to cut the cord. You gave me nothing and
I cuss the lord for this punishement
You should hand yourself to the government
Do you know of my public scandals
My music is my valve and my life in shambles
My therapist told me to report to authorities
The only reason you're free, I hate bureaucracy
I'm a rockstar. I don't need you
I have a band. If I could I'd beat you
I'm sorry, Mom
You didn't make me 'cause you were to weak to
Mama, don't call me, can't you stop
Cause I really give a f*ck
I don't wanna hear the shit you drop
You suck
Mama, don't call me, can't you stop
Cause I really give a f*ck
I don't wanna hear the shit you drop
You suck
Why can't you just be proud of me
Love my shit, maybe it's obscene
What I do makes me feel released
Make it loud 'cause it is just me