Seven Sore Bruises Songtext
von Audience

Werth-Williams

Your Momma caught me rockin′ in a place she thought was shockin'
If it wasn′t for the stocking that she found around my neck
I think she wouldn't care a little but she hit me like a skittle
And I landed in the middle of the DJ's deck


Your Momma caught me walkin′ with a blonde I was a talkin′
And I didn't hear her stalkin′ up behind me on the street
I tried to make her laugh it off, I saw she wouldn't have it
When she threw me at the traffic, well, I knew that I was beat

Seven sore bruises, your Momma′s big shoes did
For messin' ′round with floosies while your back was turned
She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead
I wish I was dead, you know I sure got burned

Your Momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered
And I guess she thought my olden days had all returned again
Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder
And I went out even colder than a stone age man