I see it coming over the moor...I hear the clashing of talon and claw...I smell the brimstone, and I can be sure...It's my mother-in-law!
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Mother Apocalypta
I see it coming from over the moor
I hear the clashing of talon and claw
I smell the brimstone, and I can be sure
It’s my mother-in-law, it’s my mother-in-law.
Her shadow precedes her, so black and so cold
It swallows the sun in its terrible maw
Her coming was by Jeremiah foretold
It’s my mother-in-law, it’s my mother-in-law.
It’s my mother-in-law, it’s my mother-in-law.
How much does he beat you, she demands of my wife
How much does he drink at the pub every night?
And how did you make such a wreck of your life
As to wed this gobshite, as to wed this gobshite.
She sits with that sour-prune scowl on her face
Staring her icy-hot daggers at me
If I had a job I could escape this place
And her vile calumny, and her vile calumny.
And her vile calumny, and her vile calumny.
The horsemen come galloping over the rise
Famine and Pestilence, Death and War
Leading the charge, hellfire in her eyes
It’s my mother-in-law, it’s my mother-in-law.
It’s my mother-in-law, it’s my mother-in-law.
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