Oh mama well
look whats been done
You can only see the stars
after the setting sun
You run for the money
but you dont even know about
wild mountain honey

come on mama
heal this lonsome 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 treat your lovin goodness
for the golden machine
You run for the money
you dont even know about
wild mountain honey