Song Length |
3:00 |
Genre |
Unique - General |
Lyrics
Oh Mama, I'm not afraid of dying; I've been wandering this desert 7 years; Oh Mama, again the sun is shining; blistering this onion skin, drying up these oily tears.
And every day is more and more and more or less the same; You hope and pray for a Spring reprieve but the seasons never came; You drive away - you head for home but there's no turn-around; What can you say - when stars are just cement in the ground?
Oh Mama, I have a touch of fever; this science moves like leaded crystal through my veins; Oh Mama, I tried my best to leave her; But I'm the slave who loves her chains.
And every day is more and more and more or less the same; You hope and pray for a Spring reprieve but the seasons never came; You drive away - you head for home but there's no turn-around; What can you say - when stars are just cement in the ground?
And I'm sure I'm not alone; But there's no proof to be found; like ocean waves crashing into stone - it'll wear you down.
Oh Mama, it looks like you've been crying; Don't you recognize the eyes behind this shell; Oh, Mama, the truth is I've been lying; I've wasted fortunes throwing pennies down a wishing well.
And every day is more and more and more or less the same; You hope and pray for a Spring reprieve but the seasons never came; You drive away - you head for home but there's no turn-around; What can you say - when stars are just cement in the ground?