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
Butterflies 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
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
Butterflies 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
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