The Smashing Pumpkins - Mama lyrics
[The Smashing Pumpkins - 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
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
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
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
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