土星朵朵*

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.



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 the fire just fade/flame 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 shoulda raised a baby girl

I shoulda been a better son

If you could counter the infection they can amputate it once

You should’ve been

I could've been a better son.



And when we go don't blame us, yeah,

We let the fire just fade/flame us yeah,

You made us all so famous,

We'll never let you go.



She said you’ll pay, oh son of mine.

For what you've done there

You’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,

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 hell.



Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh.

Mama, Mama, Mama.



Liza: and just who would call me a sweet heart, I'd maybe then sing you a song



Gerard: But the ***** that I've done with this spark of a gun,

You will cry us to rise up alive.



We’re dead after all.

Through fortune and fame/blame we fall.

And if you can say that I’ll show you the way

And straight from the ashes you crawl.



We all carry on

Like our brothers in arms [who run from…?]

So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die

And turn from the ashes you [run? probably not. help?]