| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| (One, two, three, four) |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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) |
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| 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 (two, three, four) |
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| Mama, Mama, Mama |
| Yeah |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma... |
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| "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 |
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| 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 (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 call |
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