Lyrics:

tell me, tell me mother jones

tuesday comes, and tuesday goes

tell me where the spirit goes



be tender, the woman

the builder's father time

looking on a lambo

and I see Joan of Arc



surrender to the porno

and listen to their cries

my people they ain's voting

see the pepsi man walz



a victim of her freedom

that is what they say

I'm looking in the mirror

but it really isn't me



the diamonds on the monkeys

the ladies in the trees

I'm looking into the future

I'm dancing to the beat



Tell me, tell me, tell me

see me, see me, see me,

the rising sun

looking for the spirit



the flowers in the valleys

are blowing in the wind

they come in many colors

but she prefers the grey



she's running to the northpole

with a packet in her sea

she's got to find the money

smiling to the debuty



I want you to find me

the day that I'm not there

I like you to listen

to the things that I felt



I want you sit and hold me

hold me when I'm down

I'm looking to remember

see the pepsi man walz



tell me, tell me mother jones

By the rising sun

tell me, tell me mother jones

looking for the spirit