My Chemical Romance - Mama

Mama we all go to hell
Mama we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama we all go to hell
Oh well now
Mama we're all gonna die
Mama we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions
I'd hate to see you cry
Mama we're all gonna die

And when we go don't blame us
Yeah!
We'll let the fires just bathe us
Yeah!
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love

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
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should have been
I could have been a better son

And when we go don't blame us
Yeah!
We'll let the fires just bathe us
Yeah!
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go

She said "You ain't no son of mine”
For what you 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

Mama
We all go to hell
Mama we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama we all go to hell

Two - Three - Four
Aaaaah!
Mama! Mama! Mama!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along

We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return to the ashes you call
We all carry on
We all carry on!
When our brothers in arms are gone
When our brothers in arms are gone!
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call
Ma... Ma... Ma!!!...

Mama

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.

Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

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.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could have been a better son.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.

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.

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.

2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song

[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.

We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.

We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.