(...)

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

(...)

She said, "You ain't no son of mine.

For what you've done there, they'll 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"

.

Mama, we all go to hell

Mama, we all go to hell

It's really quiet pleasant,

Except for the smell

Mama, we all go to hell

.

We're damned after all

Through fortune and fame we fall

And if you could stay

I could show you the way

And return for the ashes you call

.

We'll all carry on

When our brothers in arms are gone

So raise your glass high

For tomorrow we die

And return for the ashes you call

Mama, MCR