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
We'll let the fires just bathe us
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 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 have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should have been
I should have been a better son
And when we go don't blame us
We'll let the fires just bathe us
You made us oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
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 return to me my love
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
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 **** of 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