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-hii Mama we're all gonna die-ie-ie 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 let the fires just bathe us, yeah, You made us oh so famous We’ll never let you goooooo 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 can coddle 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 the fires just bathe us yeah, You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go She said "you aint no son of mine" For what you done they're 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 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 sweet heart, I'd maybe then sing you a song Gerard: 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 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 AHH AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH