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Mama we all go to hell. |
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Mama we all go to hell. |
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I'm writing this letter and wishing you well. |
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Mama we all go to hell. |
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Mama we're all gonna die. |
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Mama we're all gonna die. |
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Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry. |
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Mama we're all gonna die. |
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And when we go don't blame us, yeah, |
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We let the fire just bathe us, yeah, |
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You made us oh so famous |
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We’ll never let you go. |
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And when you go don't return to me my love. |
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Mama we're all full of lies. |
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Mama we're meant for the flies. |
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And right now they're building a coffin your size. |
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Mama we're all full of lies. |
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Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, |
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You shoulda raised a baby girl |
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I shoulda been a better son |
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If you could counter the infection, they can amputate at once |
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You should’ve been |
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I could've been a better son. |
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And when we go don't blame us, yeah, |
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We let this fire just bathe us, yeah, |
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You made us oh so famous, |
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We'll never let you go. |
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She said you ain't no son of mine |
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For what you've done there |
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You’ll find a place for you |
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And just you mind your manners when you go. |
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And when you go don't return to me my love, |
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That's right. |
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Mama we all go to hell, |
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Mama we all go to hell, |
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It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell, |
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Mama we all go to hell. |
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Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh. |
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Mama, Mama, Mama. |
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Liza: and if you would call me your sweetheart, i'd maybe then sing you a song. |
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Gerard: but the shit that I've done with this spark of a gun, |
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You will cry us to rise up alive. |
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We’re dead after all. |
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Through fortune and fame we fall. |
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And if you can say that I’ll show you the way |
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And straight from the ashes you crawl. |
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We all carry on, |
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Like our brothers in arms we fall, |
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So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die, |
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And return from the ashes you're from. |
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