(alexander)

mama they must be crazy
¡®cause i can´t make heads or tales
or someone must have lied
in your fairy tales

¡®cause i tried to walk that straight line
sweat clean to pay my bills
while every lazy, ass kissing, son of a bitch
gets paid to say he will

mama don´t you know by now
they´ll never get to me
but i´m still waiting for the truth
to set me free

mama they must be crazy
the way they use they´re stepping-stones
it´s carve ¡®em up and throw ¡®em out
and disregard the bones

you try to keep your senses
you try to keep your head
while some anointed yes man
parlays your soul to death

mama don´t you know by now

they´ll never get to me
but i´m still waiting for the truth
to set me free
mama they must be crazy

mama they must be crazy
¡®cause they weren´t playing fair
¡°son, shut the door behind you
and have a seat right over there¡±

mama don´t you know by now
they´ll never get to me
but i was hoping that the truth
would set me free

mama they must be crazy