Em
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.
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.
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* F#* G* B* C* Eb* Em
And when you go don't return to me my love.
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.
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.
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.
Em
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
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 shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,Em B Em
You would cry out your eyes all along.
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.
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
