Ginger Pooley - Mama lyrics

Mama, you're on my mind You're a stitch inside my coat Play on the world's grand design I think you know I think you're sure that you know that bu*terflies don't get old And I don't get so young anymore What a shame The big ideas And lost ideals, it's a show I must appear in control Mama The show at all They're burning books outside of What was it that you said? To the walls Oh, Let the spirit gather up and Set us a flame for Year to year, there's no one here but us crooks What a mess Are ears to the ground and the fingers on the pulse of a pain Oh it's worse than change Mama What is it that they want? Mama Mama Oh what do they want with us And all of our abuse of the truth Oh whats the use to protest Mama, is only you You're a dancer from the mirrors of Lie and with restraint This quiet warmth I've got my faith restored by the sway of the trees That sway in time to one last rhyme of a curse But what it's worth I count you out and still you count me in To answer your final bell Mama What do they care about us Mama Mama They knock and knock But I don't answer the door Mama Mama We're bored and we're not alone