Mama
From: Kruopa
Intro
Em
Mama,
we all go to hell.
B
Mama,
we all go to hell.
Am
I'm
writing th
B
is
letter and wishing
G
you well,
Em
Mama,
we all
B
go
to hell.
Em
Em
Oh,
well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
B
Mama,
we're all gonna die.
Am
Stop
asking m
B
e
questions, I'd h
G
ate
to see you cry,
Em
Mama, we're a
B
ll
gonna di
Em
e.
Priedainis
And when we go don't bla
C
me
us, yeah.
D
We'll
let the fires just bath
G
e
us, yeah.
C
You
made us, oh, so f
F
amous.
B
We'll
never let
Em
you
go.
D
G
E* F
And when you go don't return to me my love.
DO VERSE1
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 Mo
Am
ther,
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.
REPEAT CHORUS
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.
DO CHORUS
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.
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
Mama,
we al
B
l
go
Em
to hell.
Em
2
- 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
Liza Minelli:
Em
And
if you would call me your sweetheart,
B
I'd
maybe then sing you a song
Gerard Way:
Am
But there's shit t
B
hat
I've done with th
G
is
f*** of a gun,
Em
You
would c
B
ry
out your eyes a
Em
ll
along.
DO VERSE
Em
We're
damned after all.
Am
Through
fortune and
B
flame
we fall.
Am
And
if you can
B
stay
then I'll show
G
you the way,
Em
To
B
return from the ashes
Em
you call.
DO VERSE
Em
We
all carry on (We all carry on)
Am
When
our brothers in arm
B
s
are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So
Am
raise your glass high
F
B
or
tomorrow we d
G
ie,
Em
And
return from the
B
ashes you call.
Em