Mama, we all go to hell. <br />Mama, we all go to hell. <br />I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, <br />Mama, we all go to hell. <br /><br />Oh, well, now, <br />Mama, we're all gonna die. <br />Mama, we're all gonna die. <br />Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, <br />Mama, we're all gonna die. <br /><br />And when we go don't blame us, yeah. <br />We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. <br />You made us, oh, so famous. <br />We'll never let you go. <br />And when you go don't return to me my love. <br /><br />Mama, we're all full of lies. <br />Mama, we're meant for the flies. <br />And right now they're building a coffin your size, <br />Mama, we're all full of lies. <br /><br />Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, <br />You should've raised a baby girl, <br />I should've been a better son. <br />If you could coddle the infection <br />They can amputate at once. <br />You should've been, <br />I could have been a better son. <br /><br />And when we go don't blame us, yeah. <br />We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. <br />You made us, oh, so famous. <br />We'll never let you go. <br /><br />She said: "You ain't no son of mine <br />For what you've done they're gonna find <br />A place for you <br />And just you mind your manners when you go. <br />And when you go, don't return to me, my love." <br />That's right. <br /><br />Mama, we all go to hell. <br />Mama, we all go to hell. <br />It's really quite pleasant <br />Except for the smell, <br />Mama, we all go to hell. <br /><br />2 - 3 - 4 <br />Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh! <br />Mama! Mama! Mama! <br /><br />[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart, <br />I'd maybe then sing you a song <br /><br />[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun, <br />You would cry out your eyes all along. <br /><br />We're damned after all. <br />Through fortune and flame we fall. <br />And if you can stay then I'll show you the way, <br />To return from the ashes you call. <br /><br />We all carry on (We all carry on) <br />When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone) <br />So raise your glass high <br />For tomorrow we die, <br />And return from the ashes you call.
