Em Mama, we all go to hell.
EmB Mama, we all go to hell.
AmBG I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
EmBEm Mama, we all go to hell.
Em Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
EmB Mama, we're all gonna die.
AmBG Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
EmBEm Mama, we're all gonna die.
C And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
DG We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
CF You made us, oh, so famous.
BEmDG We'll never let you go-ooh-ooh.
GEmDEm And when you go don't return to me my love.
Em Mama, we're all full of lies.
EmB Mama, we're meant for the flies.
AmBG And right now they're building a coffin your size,
EmBEm Mama, we're all full of lies.
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.
Am You should've been,
BEm I could have been a better son.
Em Mama, we all go to hell.
EmB Mama, we all go to hell.
Am It's really quite pleasant
G Except for the smell,
EmBEm Mama, we all go to hell.
Em And if you would call me your sweetheart,
B I'd maybe then sing you a song
AmBG But the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
EmBEm You would cry out your eyes all along.
Em We're damned after all.
AmB Through fortune and flame we fall.
AmBGEm And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
BEm To return from the ashes you call.
Em We all carry on
AmB When our brothers in arms are gone
AmB So raise your glass high
GEm For tomorrow we die,
EmBEm