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. 
We'll let the fires just bathe us. 
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 they can counter the infection, well, they could amputate at once. 
You should've been -- 
-- I could've been a better son.

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. 

If you would call me your sweetheart, maybe I'd sing you a song. 

But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun, 
you would cry out your eyes all night long.
We're damned after all. 
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay, then I'll show you the way to return from the ashes you call.
We all carry on when our brothers in arms are gone.
So raise your glass high,
for tomorrow we die,
then return from the ashes, you call.

I'm a mountain that has been moved. 
I'm a river that is all dried up. 
I'm an ocean nothing floats on. 
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in.
I'm a son that doesn't burn hot.
I'm a moon that never shows it's face.
I'm a mouth that doesn't smile.
I'm a word that no one ever wants to say.

[hymn] 

I'm a mountain that has been moved. 
I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run. 
I'm a preacher with no pulpit, 
spewing  sermon that goes on and on. 

So we take all these things and we bury them fast,
we pray that they turn to seeds, then roots, and then grass. 
It's all right, it's easier that way. 
Then the sky opened up and started pouring rain. 
Like he knew it was time to start things over again. 
It's alright. 
It's easier that way.
DAISY
Credits to Vince Accardi

Christian

Wait. 
I watched you throw out your boquet. 
Now I think about you every day. 
I'm alone now in my bed. 

There's a lake. 
At the bottom you'll find all my friends.
They don't swim, 'cause they're all dead. 
We never are what we intend 
or invent. 

I make little lives, and then I pull them apart. 
I think something dark's living down in my heart. 
If I wanted to die before I got old, 
I should've started some years ago digging that hole. 

I'll carry this box to its proper place. 
When I lower it down, I'll let you fade away. 
I hope that you would do this for me. 
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate if I thought it would help you get away.
I hope that you would do this for me. 

A dear that a hunter shot in the heart.
Some dogs that got hit by cars. 
All came to spill their guts. 
We spoke about the father son and holy ghost. 
And the songs that we had loved the most. 
Then we all turned to dirt and dust. 

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold. 
Some die looking for a hand to hold.

I'm slowly bringing you down from the Heavenly gates
Now I'm drowning in the flood I made
I'll explain myself to me on the other side.
I'll watch from heaven when I die.
AT THE BOTTOM
Credits to Vince Accardi

Dead Friends

I keep swinging my hands through a swarm of bees, 
cause I want honey on my table. 
I keep swinging my hands through a swarm of bees, 
cause I want honey on my table. 
But I never get it right. 
But I never get it right. 

I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees. 
I can't understand why they're stinging me.
I do what I want.
I do what I please.
I do it again until I got what I need.
I rip and smash through the hornets nest. 
Don't they understand I deserve the best? 
I'll do what I want. 
I do what I please. 
I'll do it again until I get what I need.

I'll try to stick this pin through a butterfly 'cause I like all the pretty colors. 
But it just fell apart, so I flung it in the fire to burn with all the others.
'Cause I never get it right.
I never get right.

This time
I'll get it right. 
This time
I'll get it right. 
It's gonna be this time. 
God let it be this time I get it right. 

So I'm cutting that branch off the cherry tree. 
I'm singing this will be my victory.
And I see them coming after me. 
And now they're following me across the sea. 
Now they're stinging my friends and my family. 
And I don't know why this is happening. 
I'll do what I want. I'll do what I please. 
I'll do it again until I get what I need. 

I keep swinging my hands through a swarm of bees 'cause I want honey on my table.
BLACK HONEY
Credits to Dustin Kensrue

American

I don't want to let you go. 
But it hurts my hands to hold the rope.
Don't be such an easy mark. 
You're no better than they say you are. 

All the candles on the cake, 
all set fire to the gate. 
Turn to cannons toward the boats.
Now we're drowning in the moat. 
It's the end of all the rowers oars. 

If you call, then I'm coming to get you.
If you call then I'm coming out.
If you call then I'm coming to get you. 
But you want to sink, so I'm going to let you.

All I want is some earth and seed, 
to only grow the things I need. 
But first I must find way back. 
Go lay down on the track.
In youth I had an even keel.
Now I'm not sure what is real. 
It's taken me this long to learn 
that all the dead get ate by worms.
Once they're gone, they don't return. 

If you call, then I'm coming to get you. 
If you call, then I'm coming out.
If you call then I'm coming to get you. 
But you want to sink, so I'm gonna let you. 
Dad, the fire snuck into your bedroom. 
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you. 

How darkly the dark hand met his end, 
he was withered and bony, exposed for a phony. 
But we heed the last words that he penned. 
Haste to disgrace the traitor, 
do not wait til later. 
I don't think that you've got to pretend.
I see god in birds. 
I see satan in long words.
But I know what you need in a friend. 
So now when I leave you, I hope I won't see you again.

If you call, then I'm coming to get you. 
If you call, then I'm coming out.
If you call then I'm coming to get you. 
But you want to sink, so I'm gonna let you. 
Dad, the fire snuck into your bedroom. 
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you. 

Credits to Vince Accardi.

I Should Have Been a Better Son

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