I should have been a better son

Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama... We all go to hell

Mama, we are all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry
Mama... We are all gonna die

Papa, we are all full of lies
Papa, we are meant for the flies
And right now, they are building a coffin' your size
Papa... We are all full of lies

Well father, what my life did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should have raised a baby girl,
I could have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should have been,
I should have been a better son...