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 question 
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 infectionи
They can amputate at onceь
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!!!...