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 Mama we're all gonna die.....mama we're all gonna die....Stop asking me questions i hate to see you cry..mama we're all gonna die.. And when we go don't blame us yeah we let the fire 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 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 they can amputate at once you should have been i could have been a better son and when we go don't blame us yeah we let the fire just bathe us yeah you made us oh so famous and we'll never let you go mama we all go to hell mama we all go to hell it's really plesent except for the smell mama we all go to