Mama, Open Up

It started out so simple
And got so far out of hand
Making show-biz out of what was fun
From the time I stopped my schooling
And went out to start a band
I've been livin' every minute on the run
And I've tried to be all that you'd hoped I'd be
Just because things went wrong don't run out on me
I need you
Mamma, Open up
I'm coming back in
I don't like it out here no more
I'm overweight
I'm underpaid
No one's beating you back to my door
Mamma, open up, I'm coming back in
I don't like it out here
Motel rooms and flying tunes
And food I couldn't chew
From the Fillmore to the White House
Chasing fame
I hope nobody hears my records
And my roof is leaking too
After all these years
My life appears in Vain
They still say one hit and you're doin fine
But I'm bored with the game and I'm short on time
I wanna end it
Mamma, open up, I'm coming back in
I don't like it out here no more
Mamma, open up, I'm coming back in
I don't like it out here no more
I'm overweight
I'm underpaid
Mamma, open up