rusted root
virtual reality
Well your momma. Your momma well she says she's alright, You know she just don't care. Living alone in a big dome light feeling the breeze in her hair, Well won't cha comma, A babble on, A won't cha come along Babble on, come along, a babble on  Won't cha come along, cause we?re Living a land of Virtual Reality, Oh and my baby's at home in bed Oh well and I'm alone in my head  She long for my wicked wind my lover Long for my stare, She long for my lady right Woman please don't bite my stare My stare, but comma momma babble on Won't you come along   Well Babble on, come along, A Babble on, won't  come along, cause we?re  Livin' in a land of virtual reality  Ooh and my baby's at home in bed Ooh well and I'm alone in my head  She longs for my wicked wind My lover longs for my stare She longs for my lady right Woman please don't bite my care, my care  But come on Momma' babble on Won't you come along