Television:
the worst drug available.
Books:
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?/ Mother, do you think they'll like this song?/ Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?/ Mother, should I build the wall?/Mother, should I run for president?/ Mother, should I trust the government?/ Mother, will they put me in the firing line?/ Or is it just a waste of time?/Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry./ Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true,/ Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you,/ Mamma's gonna keep you right here, under her wing./ She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing,/ Mamma's gonna keep baby cosy and warm./ Of course Mamma's gonna help build the wall./Mother, do you think she's good enough, for me?/ Mother, do you think she's dangerous, to me?/ Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?/ Mother, will she break my heart?/Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry./ Mamma's going to check out all your girlfriends for you,/ Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through,/ Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in./ Mamma will always find out where you've been,/ Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean./ You'll always be baby to me.///Mother, did it need to be so high?
Heroes:
Lucky Luck