mama died on mondaynni don't know my father at allnnshe had a dream she was freennbut the pills, the pills, are all i seennnnthe tree believes in the sunnnall the leaves believe the treenni don't believe my own eyesnnif i could guess, they're full of liesnnnnmama died on mondaynnshe went out screamin somethin bout the devilnni hear the stories, god and his glorynnbut i don't know bout nothin at allnnnnthe sand believes in the windnnthe dune sings in the shadows a hymnnnwhen there's destruction, we'll need a reasonnni'll need some lovin, i'll find me a womannnnnmama died on mondaynni don't know my father at allnni had a dream we were freennthe birds the birds are all i see