Mama Mama Up, thank you You'll need them,you're gonna them 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 hate to see you cry Mama, we're all gonna die 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 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 could'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 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've done They're gonna find a, a place for you And just you mind your manners when you go And when you go don't return to me my love Hands up And 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 2-3-4 Mama, Mama, Mama, oh... Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma... 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 from the ashes you call We all carry on (We all carry on) When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone) So raise your glass high For tomorrow we die And return from the ashes you call call call... Lalala
[00:05.82]Mama [00:11.69]Mama [00:17.67]Up, thank you [00:27.15]You'll need them,you're gonna them [00:59.96]Mama, we all go to hell [01:04.60]Mama, we all go to hell [01:08.63]I'm writing this letter and wishing you well [01:13.62]Mama, we all go to hell [01:17.00]Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die [01:22.39]Mama, we're all gonna die [01:26.27]Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry [01:30.96]Mama, we're all gonna die [01:33.75]And when we go don't blame us, yeah [01:37.79]We let this fire just bathe us, yeah [01:42.17]You made us oh so famous [01:45.75]We'll never let you go [01:50.98]And when you go don't return to me my love [01:57.62]Mama, we're all full of lies [02:02.61]Mama, we're meant for the flies [02:06.55]And right now they're building a coffin your size [02:11.48]Mama, we're all full of lies [02:15.31]Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue [02:19.25]You should've raised a baby girl [02:21.39]I could've been a better son [02:23.88]If you could coddle the infection [02:26.57]They can amputate at once [02:28.31]You should've been [02:29.35]I could have been a better son [02:31.65]And when we go don't blame us, yeah [02:35.73]We let this fire just bathe us, yeah [02:40.11]You made us oh so famous [02:43.71]We'll never let you go [02:49.04]She said, "you ain't no son of mine" [02:53.37]For what you've done [02:54.86]They're gonna find a, a place for you [02:59.25]And just you mind your manners when you go [03:06.63]And when you go don't return to me my love [03:11.75]Hands up [03:12.95]And Mama, we all go to hell [03:17.38]Mama, we all go to hell [03:21.76]It's really quite pleasant except for the smell [03:26.59]Mama, we all go to hell [03:29.38]2-3-4 [03:37.35]Mama, Mama, Mama, oh... [03:48.66]Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma... [04:00.62]And if you would call me your sweetheart [04:04.85]I'd maybe then sing you a song [04:08.76]But there's **** that I've done with this **** of a gun [04:12.76]You would cry out your eyes all along [04:16.56]We're damned after all [04:21.44]Through fortune and flame we fall [04:25.73]And if you can stay then I'll show you the way [04:29.61]To return from the ashes you call [04:34.40]We all carry on (We all carry on) [04:39.16]When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone) [04:44.06]So raise your glass high [04:45.85]For tomorrow we die [04:47.90]And return from the ashes you call call call... [04:54.86]Lalala
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