(Alexander)
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Mama they must be crazy
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¡®Cause I can¡¯t make heads or tales
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Or someone must have lied
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In your fairy tales
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¡®Cause I tried to walk that straight line
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Sweat clean to pay my bills
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While every lazy, ass kissing, son of a bitch
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Gets paid to say he will
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Mama don¡¯t you know by now
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They¡¯ll never get to me
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But I¡¯m still waiting for the truth
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To set me free
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Mama they must be crazy
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The way they use they¡¯re stepping-stones
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It¡¯s carve ¡®em up and throw ¡®em out
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And disregard the bones
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You try to keep your senses
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You try to keep your head
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While some anointed yes man
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Parlays your soul to death
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Mama don¡¯t you know by now
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They¡¯ll never get to me
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But I¡¯m still waiting for the truth
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To set me free
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Mama they must be crazy
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Mama they must be crazy
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¡®Cause they weren¡¯t playing fair
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¡°Son, shut the door behind you
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And have a seat right over there¡±
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Mama don¡¯t you know by now
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They¡¯ll never get to me
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But I was hoping that the truth
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Would set me free
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Mama they must be crazy
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Mama They Must Be Crazy
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| The Badlees |
