Mama

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 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

Mama, we all go to hell

It's really quite pleasant, except for the smell

Mama, we all go to hell

Mama, mama, mama, oh

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 (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