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

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 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 shoulda raised a baby girl

I shoulda been a better son

If you could counter the infection' they can amputate at once

You should’ve been

I could've been a better son

And when we go don't blame us' yeah'

We let this fire just bathe 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

You’ll 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 pleasant except for the smell'

Mama we all go to hell

Mama' Mama' Mama' ohhhh

Mama' Mama' Mama

Liza: and if you would call me your sweetheart' i'd maybe then sing you a song

Gerard: but the sh*t that I've done with this spark of a gun'

You will cry us to rise up alive

We’re dead after all

Through fortune and fame we fall

And if you can say that I’ll show you the way

And straight from the ashes you crawl

We all carry on'

Like our brothers in arms we fall'

So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die'

And return from the ashes you're from