Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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 hellOh, 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 dieAnd 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 loveMama, 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 liesWell 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 can coddle the infection they can amputate at once
You should've been, I could have been a better sonAnd 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 goShe 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 rightMama, 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 hell2 - 3 - 4
Mama, mama, mama, oh
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 alongWe'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 crawlWe all carry on
(We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone
(When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you crawl