Mama Olivia

Mama Olivia smoking a cigarette
Living with no regret
Wiping down the bathroom floor
A cook in the kitchenette
She never had a debt she never wrote a check
Cause she would never ask for more

And here in this tower of her
Dreams is where she'll lie she'll lie
And here in this tower of her
Dreams is where she'll die she'll die

Mama mama
Mama mama

Jim at the register
Packs up the bread for you
Looks in your eyes as he asks
You what you're looking for
He's working after all saving for alcohol
Cleanup on aisle four
Stocking up the Tylenol

And here in this tower of his
Dreams is where he'll lie he'll lie
And here in this tower of his
Dreams is where he'll die he'll die

Mama mama
Mama mama

Is it a lie if I can tell
That I'm lying to myself
Does Mary tell the truth
And what's in like to win if you always lose

Mama mama
Mama mama