Thank you. Mama, just kill the man Put a gun against his head Hold my trigger now he's dead Mama, life is just begun But now I've got it thrown it all away Mama, did it mean to make you cry? If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on As if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come It sends shivers down my spine My body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I have got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all *