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 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 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 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 2 - 3 - 4 Mama, mama, mama, oh Mama, mama, mama, mama! And if you would call me your sweetheart I'd maybe then sing you a song But there's shit that I've done with this 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 To return from the ashes you crawl We all carry on (We all carry on) When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone) So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die And return from the ashes you crawl