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 all gonna die
Mama, we all gonna die, oh-oh
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we 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'd never let you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love
(One, two, three, four!)

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 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've been a better son

When we go, don't blame us (Yeah!)
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've done, they're gonna find (Gonna 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" (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 (Two, three, four!)

Mama! Mama! Mama!
Yeah!
Mama! Mama! Mama!

"If you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song"
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 (We all carry on!)
When our brothers in arms are gone (Our brothers in arms are gone!)
So raise your glass high, for tomorrow, we die
And return from the ashes you call