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 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 their 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 coddle the infection,

They can amputate at once.
You should been?!
I could have been a better son!


And when we go, don't blame us, yeah!
We'll let the 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, their gonna find
A place for you and just your mind

Your manners when you go.

And when you go, don't return to me, my love.?


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! Mama! Mama!


?And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song.?


But there's sh** that I've done
With this $#&@ 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 could 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?!