Mamá 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.And when we go don´t blame us, yeah.We´ll let…