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 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 look 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, ohhhh Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh And if you would call me a sweetheart I'd maybe then sing you a song But the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun You would cry out your eyes all night 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