Mama
we all go to Hell
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
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 fires
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 fires
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 your 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
Mama we all go to Hell
It's really
quite pleasant
except for the smell
Mama we all go to Hell
Two three four
Mama
Mama
Mama
Ma mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Ma
And if you would call me
a 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
when our brothers in arms
are gone
So raise your glass high
for tomorrow we die
and return from
the ashes you call