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