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 Mama we all  to hell.
  we all go to hell.
 I'm writing this letter and wishing you 
 Mama  all go to hell.
 
 Oh well now,
 Mama we're all  die.
 Mama  all gonna die.
 Stop asking me questions, I'd hate  see you cry.
 Mama we're  gonna die.
 
 And when  go don't blame us, yeah,
 We let the  just bathe us, yeah,
 You made us oh  famous
 We’ll never let  go.
 And when you go don't return  me my love.
 
 Mama we're  full of lies.
  we're meant for the flies.
 And right now they're  a coffin your size.
 Mama we're all  of lies.
 
 Well mother  the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
 You shoulda raised a  girl
 I shoulda been a better 
 If you can coddle on the infection they  amputate at once
 You should’ve been
 I could've been a  son.
 
 And when we go don't blame us, 
 we let the fire just  us yeah,
 you made us all so 
 we'll never let  go.
 
 She said you  no son of mine.
 For  you've done they're gonna find
 You’ll find a place for 
 and just you mind your manners when you 
 
  when you go don't return to me my love,
 That's right.
 
 Mama we all  to hell,
  we all go to hell,
 It’s really quite pleasant except  the smell,
 Mama we  go to hell.
 
 Mama, Mama,  ohhhh.
 Mama, Mama, Mama.
 
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 Liza: and if you would  me your sweet heart, and maybe then i'd sing you a song
 
 Gerard: but the  that I've done with this f**k of a gun,
 You  cry out your eyes all along
 
 We’re damned after 
 Through  and flame we fall.
 And if you  stay that I’ll show you the way
 And  from the ashes you call.
 
 We  carry on
 When  brothers in arms are gone
 So raise your glass  for tomorrow we die
 And return  the ashes you call