Mama, you're on my mindnA stitch upon my codanPlay on the world's grand designnI think you knownI think you're sure that you know thatnButterflies don't get oldnAnd I don't get so young anymorenWhat a shamenThe big ideasnAnd lost ideals, it's a shownI must appear in controlnMamanMamanThe show at allnThey're burning books outside ofnWhat was it that you said?nAnd to the wallsnLet the spirit gather up andnSet us a flame fornYear to year, there's no one here but usnWhat I'm asknThe ears to the ground and the fingers on the pulse of the painnOh it's worse than changennOh what do they want with usnOh mamanMamanWhat is it that they want with us and all of our abusenOh what's the use to protectnMama, is only younYou're a dancer from the mirrors ofnLie and with restraintnThis quiet warmthnI've got my faith restored by the sway of the treesnThat sway in time to one more rhyme of my cursenBut what it's worthnI count you out and still you count me innTo answer your final bellnMamanMamanBut why do they care about usnMamanMamanThey knock and knocknBut I don't answer the doornMamanMamanCuz I'm bored and we're not alone n