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Mama, we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell. Iapos;m writing this letter and wishing you well. Mama we all go to hell.
Oh well now mama, weapos;re all gonna die. Mama weapos;re all gonna die. Stop asking me questions, Iapos;d hate to see you cry. Mama weapos;re all gonna die.

And when we go donapos;t blame us, yeah. Weapos;ll let the fires jus bathe us, yeah, You made us oh so famous. Weapos;ll never let you go. And when you go, donapos;t return to me my love.

Mama, weapos;re all full of lies. Mama, weapos;re meant for the flies. And right now, theyapos;re building a coffin your size. Mama, weapos;re all full of lies. Well mama what the war did to my legs and to my tongue. You should have raised a baby girl. I should have been a better son. If you could coddle the infection, you can amputate at once. You should have been, I could have been a better son.

And when we go donapos;t blame us, yeah. Weapos;ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. You made us oh so famous. Weapos;ll never let you go. She said you ainapos;t no son of mine. For what youapos;ve done theyapos;re gonna find a place for you. Adjust your mind, your manners when you go. And when you go donapos;t return to me my love. Thatapos;s right.

Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. Itapos;s really quite pleasant except for the smell. Mama we all go to hell.
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And if you would call me a sweetheart. Iapos;d maybe then sing you a song. But thereapos;s shit that Iapos;ve done with this fuck of a gun. You would cry your eyes out all along.

Weapos;re damned after all. Through fortune and flame we fall. And if you could say that Iapos;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.

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