Somewhere old

Memories, echoed from the street

In a crying hole

Just a song from long ago

When I lost my easy gods, to the Harlem insect laws

I heard your baited moans and the passing cars and the swirling songs and the black man's moans

Through the walls and the stalls and the cackling calls

You were there

You were an island behind the sun

Yes, an island

Where my love could live

And life breathes, from deep inside

Deep, deep, deep, deep, inside

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie

I love you like a jungle fire

I love you like a jungle fire

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie

I love you like a jungle fire

Like a jungle fire

Like a jungle fire

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie, Mama Lie

Mama Lie