Mama

I'm writing this letter and wishing you well

Stop asking me questions I hate to see you cry

And when we go don't blame us yeah

We let the fire 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

And right now they're building a coffin your size

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 at once

You should've been

I could've been a better son

And when we go don't blame us yeah

We let this fire 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'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

It's really quite pleasant except for the smell

Liza: and if you would call me your sweetheart

i'd maybe then sing you a song

Gerard: but the shit 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 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 we fall

So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die

And return from the ashes you're from

END