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 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

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 let this fire 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

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Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
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 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