Letra de Mama [Live In Mexico]

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'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous;
We'll never let you go
And when you go 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 have 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 have been a better son

And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires 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 place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.

And when you go 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

Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh

''Mother War:'' And if you would call me your sweetheart
I maybe then sing you a song

The Patient: But there's shit that I've done with this spark of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all night long

We're damn 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
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call.