sábado, 11 de julio de 2009

Esta canción habla de mi..

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'd 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 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've raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son
If you can coddle the infection they can amputate at once,
You should've been!
I could've been a better son.


She said "you aint no son of mine"
For what you've done they're gonna 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.

"And if you would call me your sweet heart, I'd maybe then sing you a song"

"But the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along"

We’re damned after all.



1 comentario:

Ami dijo...

Esa cancion ♥
re que siempre decia lo mismo ahah

Ok, te sigo