Mama tonight we die
Please no one cry
It has to be this way
Mama I'm sad to go
But i want you to know
I'm sorry for what I say
Mama I know it will hurt
Sixty six feet in the dirt
I'm sorry but I can't stay
Mama we all go to hell
As the gunshot shells fell
It has to be this way
Mama ill leave you behind
bullets shoot right through my mind
My corpse wretched and bloody I say
We'll laugh as we die
So I'm saying goodbye
Headfirst for halos we fly!
Mama please do not cry
World war two you plea why?
We fly oh so high
I'm a swell kind of guy
Were all gunna die
So sorry I lie
And apathetic narcissistic sigh
Mama were all gunna die!
As we march on ill think of you all the way
For this is the day
Your sorry five sons are gunna die!
