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 have 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, ohh

Mama, mama, mama, ohh

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 fame 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