Mama Lib

[Intro]
From Monrovia to Robertsfield,
From Paynesville to Buchanan,
Mama Lib

[Verse 1]
I see the bread on the shelf
And the price gone up again
I see your hand in my pocket
While you call it rain
Children countin' empty plates
Mothers countin' days
We been bendin' under pressure
Now we say your name

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who you serve
Tell me what you take
When the people cry
Do you still turn away?

[Chorus]
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Mama, answer now
Whose side are you on? (whose side are you on)
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Raise your hand up high
Whose side are you on?

[Verse 2]
We walked that red dirt road
With our shoes in dust
We sold our best small harvest
Just to buy some trust
The radio say "be patient"
But patience can't fill fire
When the well runs thin and dry
And the truth runs tired

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who you serve
Tell me what you hide
When the drums get loud
Do you stand with pride?

[Chorus]
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Mama, answer now
Whose side are you on? (whose side are you on)
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Raise your hand up high
Whose side are you on?

[Bridge]
We are the market cry
We are the mine and the dock
We are the schoolbell ring
We are the keeper of the clock
If you come for the people
Then the people rise
From Monrovia to Robertsfield
We won't close our eyes

[Final Chorus]
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Mama, answer now
Whose side are you on? (whose side are you on)
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?
Raise your hand up high
Whose side are you on? (hey)
Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?