[00:05.82]Mama
[00:11.69]Mama
[00:17.67]Up, thank you
[00:27.15]You'll need them,you're gonna them
[00:59.96]Mama, we all go to hell
[01:04.60]Mama, we all go to hell
[01:08.63]I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
[01:13.62]Mama, we all go to hell
[01:17.00]Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die
[01:22.39]Mama, we're all gonna die
[01:26.27]Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry
[01:30.96]Mama, we're all gonna die
[01:33.75]And when we go don't blame us, yeah
[01:37.79]We let this fire just bathe us, yeah
[01:42.17]You made us oh so famous
[01:45.75]We'll never let you go
[01:50.98]And when you go don't return to me my love
[01:57.62]Mama, we're all full of lies
[02:02.61]Mama, we're meant for the flies
[02:06.55]And right now they're building a coffin your size
[02:11.48]Mama, we're all full of lies
[02:15.31]Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
[02:19.25]You should've raised a baby girl
[02:21.39]I could've been a better son
[02:23.88]If you could coddle the infection
[02:26.57]They can amputate at once
[02:28.31]You should've been
[02:29.35]I could have been a better son
[02:31.65]And when we go don't blame us, yeah
[02:35.73]We let this fire just bathe us, yeah
[02:40.11]You made us oh so famous
[02:43.71]We'll never let you go
[02:49.04]She said, "you ain't no son of mine"
[02:53.37]For what you've done
[02:54.86]They're gonna find a, a place for you
[02:59.25]And just you mind your manners when you go
[03:06.63]And when you go don't return to me my love
[03:11.75]Hands up
[03:12.95]And Mama, we all go to hell
[03:17.38]Mama, we all go to hell
[03:21.76]It's really quite pleasant except for the smell
[03:26.59]Mama, we all go to hell
[03:29.38]2-3-4
[03:37.35]Mama, Mama, Mama, oh...
[03:48.66]Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma...
[04:00.62]And if you would call me your sweetheart
[04:04.85]I'd maybe then sing you a song
[04:08.76]But there's shit that I've done with this son of a gun
[04:12.76]You would cry out your eyes all along
[04:16.56]We're damned after all
[04:21.44]Through fortune and flame we fall
[04:25.73]And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
[04:29.61]To return from the ashes you call
[04:34.40]We all carry on (We all carry on)
[04:39.16]When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
[04:44.06]So raise your glass high
[04:45.85]For tomorrow we die
[04:47.90]And return from the ashes you call call call...
[04:54.86]Lalala

Mama
Mama
Up, thank you
You'll need them,you're gonna them
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 hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We let this 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
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 could'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 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
They're gonna find a, a place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
Hands up
And 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
2-3-4
Mama, Mama, Mama, oh...
Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma...
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 son 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 (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call call call...
Lalala