Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell
Oh, well, now
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah
You made us, oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies
Well, Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should've raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should've been
I could have been a better son
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah
You made us, oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
She said, "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done, they're gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
That's right
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell
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Mama! Mama! Mama! Oh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along
We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call