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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
