Mama - Live Demo

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'd 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
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 all full of lies
And right now, they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies

But oh, well now, 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

And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous now
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, don't return to me, my love"
That's right

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

Two, three, four
Whoa, whoa, whoa, come on
Huh! Huh! Huh!
Fuck it, yeah
Mama! Mama! Mama!

And if you could write me a letter
I'd maybe then sing you a song
'Cause the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
Your eyes bleed when the words hit your tongue

We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you could 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-, two, three