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
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die

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

Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell

And 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 crawl

So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die

And return from the ashes you crawl