When Mama's Not Around Songtext

When we're free

I've been thinking with my head
That's right,
I've been thinking with my head
Whether it's the right or the wrong
That's applied to the song
Either way,
I've been thinking with my head
Bed to the couch, down to the floor,
Quick, learn and never quit,
Else getting worn
Doubts with a sworn
And a pheromone dust
First time with a bed and
With a scared head that won't adjust
When I hit it once

Doubt goes out with a shade
'Til the balance gives weight To the shouts of my name
'Til the balance to the frame gives out
Like I'm broke-down living on the dirt road
Now's when you pay
When the bells ring,
Vestibular is Fritz
Things on the tip,
But you're setting up the hints
Used to go to church,
Now what settling is this?
Like an x-man is dirt
When integrity's a trick

[Chorus:]
I'm one, not your one to take it easy
We can take it inside
I can have it 'cause I act like I love it
It's a matter of time
Yeah, we can take it
A good excuse for an endless spree
Good, because we made it
And the world is falling down,
So it may as well crash with me

Inhibition and the lack thereof
Quick fix, almost everlasting love
Picnic finish with a classic shrug
Going in to the minute that the gasket's done
The skill win a smile like a pewter stick
Refusing his gifts like a futile trip
In gold is the king with his futile friends
'Til there's no space left to maneuver with
Free of mind, shackled it, too
Attaching to you with the tactile abuse
And doubting at you with a fallible view
Like a vibe on the trashcan Gallagher crew
And I can have it 'cause I act like I love it
Like Julia acts like she like-loud love it
I act like I love her 'cause I act like I had it
And when mama's not around,
Then I'm right back at it

(When I'm numb, it's the one)
There's no telling what we'll do
When we're free
(When I'm numb, it's the one)
There's no telling what we'll do
When we're free
(When I'm numb, not your one)
There's no telling what we'll do
When we're free
(It's the one, not your one)
It may as well crash with me

Give me the serotonin creed,
Melatonin freed, telephone piece,
I met him on the street
Now you're thinking she…
Cellular on the week

I act like I love her
'Cause I know when I need it
It's thin books skimmed,
Being looked, never read it
It's dig deep crossed-eyed
Hope line that sink it
Scratch that itch when you think

(When mama's not around)