Ma

Ma ★★

Ma, we all go to hell
Ma, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Ma, we all go to hell

Oh well now, Ma, we're all gonna die
Ma, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Ma, 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

Ma, we're all full of lies
Ma, we're meant for the flies
And right now, they're building a coffin your size
Ma, we're all full of lies

Well Ma, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once
You should've been, I could have been a better son

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

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

Ma, we all go to hell
Ma, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant, except for the smell
Ma, we all go to hell

Ma! Ma! Ma! Oh!
Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma...

And if you would call me a sweetheart
I'd maybe then 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 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 call

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