Mama we all go to [bad word] Mama we all go to [bad word] 
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well 
Mama we all go to [bad word] 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 have been a better son 
If you could coddle the infection 
They can amputate at once 
You should have been 
I could have been a 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 done they're gonna find 
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 [bad word] 
Mama we all go to [bad word] 
It's really quite pleasant 
Except for the smell 
Mama we all go to [bad word] 
Two - Three - Four
Aaaaah!
Mama! Mama! Mama! 
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song 
But there's [bad word] that I've done with this [bad word] 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                                        
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
Ma... Ma... Ma!!!...