Mama

Mama we all go to hell.
媽媽，我們都得下地獄。
Mama we all go to hell.
媽媽，我們都得下地獄。
Im writing this letter and wishing you well.
我現在正在給你寫信，祝你一切安好
Mama we all go to hell.
媽媽，我們都得下地獄。

媽媽，我們都要死了
Mama were all gonna die.
媽媽，我們都要死了！
Mama were all gonna die.
別再問我問題了，我受不了你哭
Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry.
媽媽，我們都要死了
Mama were all gonna die.
當我們離你而去的時候，請不要責怪我們

就讓這戰火焚浴我們吧
And when we go dont blame us, yeah,
你讓我們聲名遠揚
We let the fire just bathe us, yeah,
我們永遠不會放過你
You made us oh so famous
而當你離開的時候，親愛的，請不要再回來了
We'll never let you go.
媽媽，我們都滿口謊言
And when you go dont return to me my love.
媽媽，我們只配讓蒼蠅啃噬

現在，他們在量身為你定做棺材
Mama were all full of lies.
媽媽，我們都滿口謊言
Mama were meant for the flies.
好吧，媽媽，看看這戰爭是怎樣毀掉我的腿，怎樣讓我口出惡言的
And right now theyre building a coffin your size.
你應該生一個乖巧的女兒
Mama were all full of lies.
我應該做一個更好的兒子

即使你能應付這些感染，截肢的風險也緊隨其後
Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
你應該……
You shoulda raised a baby girl
我應該當個更好的兒子。
I shoulda been a better son
當我們離去的時候，請不要責備我們了
If you could counter the infection, they can amputate at once
就讓這戰火焚浴我們吧
You should've been
你讓我們聲名遠揚
I couldve been a better son.
我們永遠不會放過你

她說我沒有你這個兒子
And when we go dont blame us, yeah,
你在戰場上的所作所為……
We let this fire just bathe us, yeah,
……你會下地獄的
You made us oh so famous,
希望你能有禮貌地離開。
Well never let you go.
當你離開的時候，親愛的，不要再回到我身邊了

沒錯。
She said you aint no son of mine
媽媽，我們都要下地獄
For what youve done there
媽媽，我們都要下地獄
You'll find a place for you
其實一切都還是挺不錯的……除了那股惡臭
And just you mind your manners when you go.
媽媽，我們都要下地獄

媽媽，媽媽，媽媽
And when you go dont return to me my love,
媽媽，媽媽，媽媽……
Thats right.
“如果你稱我為你的甜心，我也許可以給你唱首歌。”

“但是你要是知道了我都用這把槍做了什麼見不得人的事，
Mama we all go to hell,
你一定會尖叫著要我們去死的。”
Mama we all go to hell,
反正我們都得死。
It's really quite pleasant except for the smell,
名利也不能阻止我們墮落
Mama we all go to hell.
如果你要說我們能給你指引方向

那也只能直直地指向那堆你從中爬出的灰燼了
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh.
我們都會繼續前行
Mama, Mama, Mama.
然後像我們懷裡的兄弟手足一樣死去隕落

所以高舉手中的槍吧，反正我們明天都得死
Liza: and if you would call me your sweetheart, id maybe then sing you a song.
你自那灰燼之中而來，而我們將從那灰燼中返回

Gerard: but the **** that Ive done with this spark of a gun,
You will cry us to rise up alive.

We're dead after all.
Through fortune and fame we fall.
And if you can say that I'll show you the way
And straight from the ashes you crawl.

We all carry on,
Like our brothers in arms we fall,
So raise your guns high for tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes youre from.