Mama E

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, Yeah. We'll let the fire just feed us, Yeah. You made us oh so famous. We'll never let you go. 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 all 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 cut out the infection, They can amputate at once. You should have been, I could have been a Better son. And when we go, don't blame us, Yeah. We'll let the fire just feed us, Yeah. You made us oh so famous. We'll never let you go. She said, "You ain't no son of mine. For what you've done, there, get up out here. A place for you and just your mind, Your manners when you go." 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 pleasant, except for the smell. Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, Mama, And if you would call me your sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song. But the shit that I've done with the stroke 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 stay, then I'll show you The way to return from the ashes you call. We all carry We all carry We're Brothers in arms. We're brothers So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die And return from the ashes you call.