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