The Wall.

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?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your
nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right
here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but
she might let you sing.

Of course mama'll help
to build the wall.

 Mother, DID IT NEED TO BE HIGH?