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Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Im writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Oh, well, now,
Mama, were all gonna die.
Mama, were all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, Id hate to see you cry,
Mama, were all gonna die.
And when we go dont blame us, yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Well never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, were all full of lies.
Mama, were meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, were all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You shouldve raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You shouldve been,
I could have been a better son.
And when we go dont blame us, yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Well never let you go.
You aint no son of mine
For what youve done theyre gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, dont return to me, my love.
Thats right.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Its really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
Id maybe then sing you a song
But theres shit that Ive done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.
Were damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then Ill 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.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Im writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
Oh, well, now,
Mama, were all gonna die.
Mama, were all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, Id hate to see you cry,
Mama, were all gonna die.
And when we go dont blame us, yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Well never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, were all full of lies.
Mama, were meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, were all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You shouldve raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You shouldve been,
I could have been a better son.
And when we go dont blame us, yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Well never let you go.
You aint no son of mine
For what youve done theyre gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, dont return to me, my love.
Thats right.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Its really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
Id maybe then sing you a song
But theres shit that Ive done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.
Were damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then Ill 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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