James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
James Steinle
Look out below Mama, came back from overseas
Eighteen years out in a desert that's a hell a lot of heat
Come a kicking and a screaming back to the USA
She's never going back, no siree, she's here to stay
It was something like the Wild West but she was in the Middle East
Spoiled to the bone, drank 'shine, smoked hashish
Eating peasant fare right off a golden platter
Yeah life's a bowl of hummus when you're born on top the ladder
Look out below Mama, got a long way to go
Sifting through the rubble of your long-lost home
Crushing up your pills, heading down your road
Look out below Mama, cutting loose and letting go
So she enrolls down at college, tried to make herself some friends
Socializing don't come easy for them third-culture kids
So she tuned in, dropped out, learned what liquors all about
Painted smiles on her face, then she headed for the clouds
Look out below Mama, got a long way to go
Sifting through the rubble of your long-lost home
Railing up them lines, heading down your road
Look out below Mama, cutting loose and letting go
So she'd been brushing off her boyfriends and blowing off her jobs
Til she finally wound up back in mom and dad's garage
She thought about more rehab, hid behind her past
Just yearning for the kingdom where her real life collapsed
Look out below Mama, got a long way to go
Sifting through the rubble of your long-lost home
Shooting up your needles, heading down your road
Look out below Mama, cutting loose and letting go
Look out below Mama, cut it loose, let it go
Look out Below Mama was written by James Steinle.