Mama, we’re all gonna die
Stop asking me questions
I’d hate to see you cry!
Mama, we’re all gonna die…
The baby boy that you cared for just didn’t want to be your son
He wanted his dad to look up to, he wanted to be a better man
He tied his shoes the way you taught him, lace over under one
He packed his bags to chase the sky, and away your baby boy ran
The baby girl that you loved just didn’t want any of your compassion
She wasted her life and bled her thoughts with rusty gears and a knife
She tied her hair the way you taught her, plaited neat with a pink ribbon
Clicked her heels and stole some wheels, now your baby girl’s a wife
The little child that you raised just simply didn’t want to let you down
For you worked your backbones broken and you sold your golden crown
You just wanted a better future for us, and to live to see our tomorrow
Oh mama, how would you have known that it would all end in sorrow?
I don’t know how you always have stark hope, forever keeping our strayed faith
Pray some more, sweat every pore, and cross your fingers hard until it breaks
But mama, you never asked anyone anything, no, you never begged Him why
I’m sorry mama, I promise we will be okay someday, so don’t cry, please don’t cry…
And if you would call me a sweetheart
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 night long!