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.

Oh, well, now,
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.

Sister, I’m not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn’t front the scene if you paid me
I’m just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What’s life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

Oh, you look so tired
Your mouth is slack and wide
You’re ill-housed and you’re,
You’re ill-advised
I bet your face is as mean
As your life has been

And oh, you look so tired
Well but tonight you presume too much
Too much, I said too much
and if it’s the last
Thing I ever do
I’M GONNA GET YOU

I never said I’d lie and wait forever
If I died, we’d be together
I can’t always just forget her
But she could try

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever…
Ever…

Well it rains and it pours
When you’re out on your own
If I crash on the couch
Can I sleep in my clothes?
‘Cause I’ve spent the night dancing
I’m drunk, I suppose
If it looks like I’m laughing
I’m really just asking to leave

He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.
He’s always choking from the stench and the fume.
The wedding party all collapsed in the room.
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
Let’s go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten.
He’s not around.
He’s always looking at men
Down by the pool.
He doesn’t have many friends.
As they are
Face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens.

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels
At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as
They stared us down when we met in the emergency room
And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines

Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood

Рука в руке, в твоем холодном блюзе
И потом я предложил тебе прокатиться со мной по шоссе
С багажником, наполненным боеприпасами
Под градом пуль я окончу жизнь с тобой

Я пытаюсь, я пытаюсь
Показать тебе, как много значишь для меня

И после всего, во что мы впутали друг друга

Я буду с тобой до конца
Один или два винных магазина хранят цистерны полными
И, кажется, что ничего не поделаешь
Но я докажу тебе и мы продолжим