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
hate you 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 all 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
an right now they're
building a coffin your size
mama we're all full of lies

Well mother what the war did to
me legs and to my tongue
you shoulda raised a baby girl
I shoulda been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
they can amputate it at once
you should'be 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 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

Mama we all go to hell
mama we all go to hell
It's really quite pleansent
except for the smell
mama we all go to hell

2, 3, 4
mama mama mama
ohhhhh
mama mama mama

Liza: And if you would
call me your
sweetheart, I'd maybe
then sing you a song

But there's the shit that I've
done with this fuck of a gun
you would cry out your eyes
all along

We're damned after all
through fortune and flame
we fall
and if you can say 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 turn from the ashes
you call