5 acessos
Mama's gone, Mama's gone,
Mama's gone to Washington,
Hamm'ring on the doors of the Pentagon,
"Give me back my son!"
Mama's through, Mama's through,
Cryin tears won't do, won't do, anymore,
She's at that door,
"Give me back my son!
Since times long gone,
You've robbed us of our boys away,
And all we had were moan and kneel and pray!"
Mama's gone, Mama's gone,
Mama's gone to Washington,
Hamm'ring on the doors of the Pentagon,
"Give me back my son!"
Mama's through, Mama's through,
Cryin tears won't do, won't do, anymore,
She's at that door,
"Give me back my son!"
Take off that rag parade,
We've handled dirty clothes before,
What's left is just a gut that feeds on war.