Mama we all go to hell
I'm 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 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
Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue'
You shoulda raised a baby girl
I shoulda 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
We let this fire 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 there
You’ll 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'
Mama we all go to hell'
It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell'
Mama' Mama' Mama' ohhhh
Mama' Mama' Mama
Liza: and if you would call me your sweetheart' i'd maybe then sing you a song
Gerard: but the sh*t that I've done with this spark of a gun'
You will cry us to rise up alive
We’re dead after all
Through fortune and fame we fall
And if you can say that I’ll show you the way
And straight from the ashes you crawl
We all carry on'
Like our brothers in arms we fall'
So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die'
And return from the ashes you're from