Intro: Em Verse: Em Mama, we all go to hell. B Mama, we all go to hell. Am B G I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, Em B Em Mama, we all go to hell. Verse: Em Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die. B Mama, we're all gonna die. Am B G Em Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, B Em Mama, we're all gonna die. Chorus: C And when we go don't blame us, yeah. D G We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. C F You made us, oh, so famous. B Em D G We'll never let you go. E Gb G B C Eb Em And when you go don't return to me my love. Verse - same as first -: Mama, we're all full of lies. Mama, we're meant for the flies. And right now they're building a coffin your size, Mama, we're all full of lies. Bridge: Am Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, Em You should've raised a baby girl, B I should've been a better son. G If you could coddle the infection They can amputate at once. You should've been, Em I could have been a better son. Chorus: C And when we go don't blame us, yeah. D G We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. C F You made us, oh, so famous. B Em D G We'll never let you go. Chorus - same pattern as other -: She said: "You ain't no son of mine For what you've done they're gonna find A place for you And just you mind your manners when you go. And when you go, don't return to me, my love." That's right. Verse: Em Mama, we all go to hell. B Mama, we all go to hell. Am It's really quite pleasant G Except for the smell, Em B Em Mama, we all go to hell. Interlude: Em 2 - 3 - 4 Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh! Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma... Verse: Em -Liza Minelli:- And if you would call me your sweetheart, B I'd maybe then sing you a song Am B G -Gerard Way:- But there's xxxx that I've done with this xxxx of a gun, Em B Em You would cry out your eyes all along. Verse: Em We're damned after all. Am B Through fortune and flame we fall. Am B G Em And if you can stay then I'll show you the way, B Em To return from the ashes you call. Verse: Em We all carry on - We all carry on - Am B When our brothers in arms are gone - When our brothers in arms are gone - Am So raise your glass high B G For tomorrow we die, Em B Em And return from the ashes you call.
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