Momma, momma, can’t you see
What this life has done to me?
Stripped away my hopes and dreams…
And replaced it with agony.
Momma, momma, don’t you know
We all reap what others sew?
We all grow weak, all grow cold…
We all get tired, all get old.
Momma, momma, can’t you tell
That this world’s a living Hell?
Wish us luck and wish us well…
It’s your choice, your soul to sell.