Em                   
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em                   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.
Em                     B
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Am           B                 G                  
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Em           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-ooh-ooh.
G                       Em      D      Em
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Em
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Em                          B
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
Am                   B               G
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Em           B           Em
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,
              B             Em
I could have been a better son.
Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em                  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                
And if you would call me your sweetheart, 
B
I'd maybe then sing you a song
         Am                        B              G
But the 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 
Am                             B
When our brothers in arms are gone 
  Am                 B                    
So raise your glass high
        G        Em
For tomorrow we die,
Em                 B            Em