Mama

1. 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.

[Chorus:]
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let this fire 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.

2. 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've been a better son.

[Coda:]
She said, "You ain't no son of mine
For what you done
They're gonna find a place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go
And when you go, don't you 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
Mama, mama, mama

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 flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return to 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.