Mama - Live in Mexico City

(Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 (Everybody in the hopeplace, hopeplace)
 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
 Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
 You should have 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, 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
 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 (two, three, four)
 Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh
 Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh
 And if you would call me a sweetheart
 I'd maybe then sing you a song
 But the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
 You would cry out your eyes all night long
 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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 (Ja, ja, ja, a surprise for me)
 (For me, oh shit)