Mama, I just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Mama... life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again by this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go. Got to leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd neer been born at all.