Mapa
Mama youre braking me down
youre making me sound
like some kind of clown
Mama youre holding me back
youre like a big sack
of skills that I lack
Whenever Im down Im picking it up
with my own sound
Whenever I slept Im picking it up
I free what Ive kept
Papa youre wearing me out
Youre leaving no doubt
Who you think about
Papa youre pulling me in
Your moral is thin
I know where youve been
Whenever Im down Im picking it up
with my own sound
Whenever I slept Im picking it up
I free what Ive kept
Mama I dont belong here
all your love and care
wont make me repear
Papa thank you for hotel
I learned my things well
I know I wont tell