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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 wel' now
Mama we're all gonna die.
Mama we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I hate to
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 oh 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 all full of lies.
And 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 should have raised a baby girl.
I should have been a better
son.
If you could coddle the infection.
They could amputate at once.
You should have been.
I should have been
a better son!
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We let the fire just bathe us, yeah.
You made us oh so famous,
We'll
never let you go.
She said you aint 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.
When you go don't return to me my love.
Mama we all go to hell
Mama
we all go to hell
Its really quite pleasent, except for the smell
Mama we all go to hell
Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama.
Mama.
Mama. Mama. Mama.
And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'll maybe then sing you a song.
But theres shit that
I've done with the 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 stay
Then I'll show you the way
You return from the ashes you crawl.
We
all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone.
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die
And return from
the ashes you crawl.
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