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Mama we all go to hell
Mama we all go to hell, Im writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah,
We let the fire just fade/flame 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,
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 counter the infection they can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could've been a better son.
She said, "You ain't no son of mine,
For what you've done there,
They'll find a place for you,
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't you return to me, my love.'
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant except for the smell,
Mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama, mama,
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