Tell me, mama, tell me about God and money.
I really gotta know,
What happened to your soul.
Tell me, mama, tell me, should I leave here running,
And never look your way again... ?
I'm alright, now, it's cool.
I'm alright, now with you,
Living your good life.
Tell me, mama, tell me about sex and dying.
I really gotta know,
Did you ever open up and flow?
Tell me, mama, tell me is it worth your trying,
To make a mark and save your soul... ?
I'm alright, now, it's cool.
I'm alright, now, with you,
Living your good life.
Sometimes I get a little lost and lonely.
I really can't go on,
Always drunk on enemies.
Do the darkest dance and puke upon your memory,
And trample on your evil ways,
Stand up to your darkest days,
Twist around the things you say,
Stomp upon your gazing face,
Spit into your fading gaze,
Trample on your yesterdays,
But never your tomorrows.
Never your tomorrows
Never your tomorrows
I'm alright, now, with you.
I'm alright, now, it's cool.
I'm alright, now, with you,
Living your good life. (x4)
Tell me, mama, tell me about God and money.(x4)