Verse 1Em
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.
Verse 2Em
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.
ChorusC
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.
Verse 3Em
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.
BridgeAm
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.
Verse 4Em
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
Am
So raise your glass high
BG
For tomorrow we die,
EmBEm
And return from the ashes you call!
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