You should have been a better son/daugh!
Question: 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 this 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, Mother, 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've been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We let this fire 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 done
They're gonna find a place for you,
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't you return to me, my love.’
That's right.
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.
Mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama, mama,
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song.
But there's **** that I've done with this **** 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 to 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.
Answers: 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 this 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, Mother, 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've been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We let this fire 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 done
They're gonna find a place for you,
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't you return to me, my love.’
That's right.
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.
Mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama, mama,
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song.
But there's **** that I've done with this **** 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 to 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.
No.
maybe
ur high school mate makes a joke that u may be impotent
why do you think i make santa's naughty list every year lol
you are obedient son/daughter
Nope, I love the way I am thank you very much!
you listened to your momma!
I knew what I know NOW.
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.
LOLZ!!! I <3 that song!!!!