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 Fires
Just Bathe Us, Yeah
You Made Us, Oh, So Famous
We'll Never Let
You Go-Ooh-Ooh
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
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've Raised A Baby Girl,
I Should've Been A Better Son
If You Could Coddle The Infection
They Can Amputate At Once
You Should've Been,
I Could Have Been A
Better Son
And When We Go Don't Blame Us, Yeah
We'll Let The Fires
Just Bathe Us, Yeah
You Made Us, Oh, So Famous
We'll Never Let You Go-Ooh-Ooh
She Said "You Ain't 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
And When You Go, Don't
Return To Me, My Love "
That's Right
Verse 4
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, Mama
Mama, 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 This F**K 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 On
When Our Brothers In Arms Are Gone
So Raise Your Glass High
For Tomorrow We Die,
And Return From The Ashes
You Call!
