Mama, why did you do it?
Mama, who drove you to it?

Was it the pigs in grey suits
Persecuting you?
Uncivil servants unconcerned
At how they frighten you?

Life is nothing much to lose
It's just so lonely here without you

Mama, why did you do it?
Mama, who drove you to it?

Spare priggish money-men
Who scared the life out of you
Bailiffs with bad-breath
I will slit their throats for you

Life is nothing much to lose
It's just so lonely here
Without you, Mama

Life is nothing much to lose
It's just so lonely here without you, so
We're gonna run to you
We're gonna come to you
We're gonna lie down
Beside you, Mama

We're gonna be with you
We're gonna join you
We're gonna lie down
Beside you, Mama

And we will be safe and
sheltered in our graves
We'll come before you
And we will kiss you
By way of one final hug, Mama

Composição: Alain Whyte / Morrissey