And when you go don't return to me, my love

ari yg membosankn. punye la awal wa bgn. internet connection cam tutttt!! sampai ke tgh ari. disco jek manjang. siang² pon lyn disco =P wa menci btul. bile elok, ASIK LYN KAKNGAHHHHH JEK! :D ade bau² durhaka? "buku baru" dibuka dgn niat utk dipenuhkn kan *miahamuahaha* raye aji nnt wa mintak ampun lg ye kakngah ye >:)

pastu, tiba²! teng teng teng... wa rasa nk blk umah. wa pon blk. sempat bg brg kt member, tot tet tot tet ngumpat, 9pm wa blah. jamming dr pandan indah?! atuk dia cun la!! dh mlm oi! jamming lg?! tsk tsk. singgah mcd lg *wajib!* 11.30pm sampai sini. dkt smpg bkt fraser ade pak polisi tahan. dia bleh lama tenung wa cam dia xpenah tgk spesis wa. camne tu? wa siap tegur "ngape pakcik?!" baru dia kata jln *huh*

mak abah xtau wa nk blk. tehee seb baikkkk xkene marah. kalo x, masuk paper "sorg ank dipakse tido luar oleh kedua ibu bapa" geleng kpale...

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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'd hate to see you cry
Mama we're all gonna die

And when we go don't blame us
We let the fire 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 have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once
You should have been
I could have been a better son

And when we go don't blame us
We let this fire just bathe us
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go
She said "You ain't no son of mine"
For what you done they're gonna find
A place for you and just you mind your manners when you go

And when you go don't return to me my love
That's right

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

Mama, Mama, Mama

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then 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 that 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
And return from the ashes you call