other of my favorite bands of all time! i love how this came out so haha here im uploading it innit Copyright for fair uses, Mama belongs to the band My Chemical Romance
[Verse 1: Gerard Way] 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 [Chorus: Gerard Way] 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 [Verse 2: Gerard Way] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Gerard Way] 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 [Chorus: Gerard Way] 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 [Post-Chorus: Gerard Way] 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 [Verse 3: Gerard Way] 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 (One, two, three, four) [Breakdown: Gerard Way] Mama, Mama, Mama Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma [Bridge: Liza Minelli & Gerard Way] "And if you would call me a 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 [Outro: Gerard Way] 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
