Mama
Mama,we all go to hellMama,we all go to hellI'm writing this letterAnd wishing you wellMama,we all go to hell
Oh,well,nowMama,we're all gonna dieMama,we're all gonna dieStop asking me questionsI'd hate to see you cryMama,we're all gonna die
And when we go,don't blame it on us,yeahWe'll let this fire just bathe us,yeahYou made us,oh so famousWe'll never let you goAnd when you go don't return to me my love...
Mama,we're all full of liesMama,we're meant for the fliesAnd right now they're building a coffin your sizeMama.we're all full of lies
Well mother,what war did to my legs and to my tongueYou should've raised a baby girlI should've been a better sonIf you could coddle the infection they can amputate at onceYou should've been,I could have been a better son!
And when we go,don't blame it on us,yeahWe'll let this fire just bathe us,yeahYou made us,oh so famousWe'll never let you go
She said,you ain't no son of mineFor what you've done,they're gonna findA place for you and just your mindYour manners when you goAnd when you go don't return to me my love!
That's right!
Mama,we all go to hellMama,we all go to hellIt's really quite pleasantExept for the smellMama,we all go to hell
2-3-4Mama,mama,mama,oh!Mama,mama,mama,mama!
And if you would call me your sweatheartI'd maybe then sing you a songBut there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gunYou could cry out your eyes all along
We're damned after allThrough fortune and flame we fallAnd if you can stay then I'll show you the wayTo return from the ashes you call
We all carry onWhen our brothers in arms are goneSo raise you glass high,for tomorrow we dieAnd return from the ashes you call