No, I don't take criticism (Mama by MCH)

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 hate to see you cry Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah 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