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 let the 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 shoulda raised a baby girl

I shoulda been a better son

If you can coddle on the infection they can amputate at once

You should've been

I could've been a better son.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah,

we let the fire just bathe us yeah,

you made us all 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

You'll 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.

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Liza: and if you would call me your sweet heart, and maybe then i'd sing you a song

Gerard: but the shit that I've done with this f**k of a gun,

You will cry out your eyes all along

We're damned after all.

Through fortune and flame we fall.

And if you can stay that I'll show you the way

And 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