Oh mama, well, look what's been done
You can only see the stars after a setting sun
You run for the money
You dont even know about wild mountain honey

Come on mama heal this lonesome land
Grow the tree of holiness in this desert land
Come on children now learn how to run
By having the stars, the moon, and the sun

Come on papa, your end is the means
Don't trade your lovin' goodness for the golden machine
You run for the money
You don't even know about wild mountain honey