Mama Live Demo 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 they'll bleed us. Yeah. We'll let the fires all spilt us. You made us oh so famous. We'll never let you go. And when you go, they'll return to me my Love. Mama, we're all full of lies. Mama, we're all full of lies. And right now they're building a coffin your size. Mama, we're all full of lies. But oh well now, Mama, we all go to Hell. Mama, we all go hell. It's really quite pleasant except for the smell. Mama, we all go to hell, and when we Go they'll bleed We'll let the fires All spilt Us. You made us oh so famous. No, they'll never let you go. She said you ain't no son of mine. For what you've done I'd like I'll pray for you and just Run for cover. you go. And When you go they'll return to me my love. Right here. 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 hell. Oh. Oh. Oh. Come on. Huh. Huh. Huh. Fucking run. Run, Mama. Mama. And if you could write me a letter, I'd maybe then sing you a song. 'Cause the shit that I've done with this fuck Of a gun, your eyes bleed red, The wretched guts rot. 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. When our brothers in arms are gone. So raise your glass high for tomorrow. 'Cause I have returned from the ashes we call Death.