Stained with sixty years of sin, the bar is shaking to the humming of a fender twin. They came together like ivy and oak, they came together bodies veiled in smoke.
Porcelain skin and copper coloured hair, she lays the trap and every man set off the snare. Butterflies in his gut having an all night rave, she's a runaway freighter coming off the rails.
Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me?
Topless and tied in the suite of a motel five. Thinks he's living the dream but honey Bonnie don't need Clyde. The ship is sinking and she's walking the plank, wasted and wounded and burned at point blank.
Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me?
I will be your jury and judge, as through her hair she runs the gun's muzzle. I will be your jury and judge, as through her hair she runs the gun's muzzle. Singing ivy and oak, oak.
Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me? Mamma, why you being so mean to me?