Mama, we're all full of lies
She said, "You ain't no son of mine
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
(We all carry on)
If you could coddle the infection they can amputate at once
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
A place for you, and just you mind
When our brothers in arms are gone
We'll never let you go
You should've been, I could have been a better son
To return from the ashes you crawl
It's really quite pleasant
Mama, mama, mama, oh
2 - 3 - 4
Oh, well, now
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
That's right
And right now they're building a coffin your size
We're damned after all
You made us, oh so famous
And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
Except for the smell
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
Your manners when you go
You would cry out your eyes all along
Mama, we're meant for the flies
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
For what you've done they're gonna find
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
And when you go don't return to me, my love
You made us, oh so famous
We'll never let you go
And if you would call me your sweetheart
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
(When our brothers in arms are gone)
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
Mama, we're all full of lies
We all carry on
Mama, mama, mama, mama!
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
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
Through fortune and flame we fall
Mama, we all go to hell
I'd maybe then sing you a song
