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 fire just bathe us, yeah You made us all 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 fire just bathe us, yeah You made us all 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
And if you would call me your sweetheart I'd maybe then sing you a song
But the 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 say then I'll show you the way to return from the ashes you call...
We all carry on When our brothers in arms are gone So raise your glass high For tomorrow we die And return from the ashes you call...
Compositores: Gerard Arthur Way (Gerard A Way), Frank Iero, Michael James Way (Way Michael J), Raymond Toro, Robert C Bryar (Bob Bryar) ECAD: Obra #2057313 Fonograma #1436500