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MAMA
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 ,yeah
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 meant for the flies
And right now they’re building a coffin your size
Mama, we’re all full of lies
Mama we all go to hell
Mama we all go to hell
It’s really quite pleasent
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell
And if you would call me your sweetheart
I’d maybe sing you a song
But there’s shit that I’ve done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along
We’re damned 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 crawl
We all carry on
When brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you crawl
:-)
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