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
Mama, we're all gonna die

And when we go don't blame us
We'll let the fires just bathe us
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return 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 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 have been
I could have been a better son

And when we go don't blame us
We'll let the fires just bathe us
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go
She said "you ain't 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

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!

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's sh*t that I've done with this f**k of a gun
You would cry your eyes out all along

We're damned after all
Through torture and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return to 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