MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL | Complete Warriors MAP [Warning: Eye Strain]


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-oo-oo… 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 can 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 fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh, so, famous We’ll never let you go-oo-oo… 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-oo-oo… 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 heeeeell……. [intense screaming] MA-MA! MA-MA! MA-MA! [screaming] MA-ma.
MA-ma. MA-MA! MAAAAA!! And if you would call me your 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,
(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! Ma! Ma!! MA!!

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