intro- Em
VERSE
Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em B
Mama, we all go to hell.
Am B G
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Em B Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em
Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die.
Em B
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Am B G
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Em B Em
Mama, we're all gonna die.
CHORUS
C
And when we go don't blame it on us, yeah.
D G
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B Em D G
We'll never let you go.
G Em D Em
And when you go don't return to me my love.
VERSE
Em
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Em B
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
Am B G
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Em B Em
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Am
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.
G
You should've been,
Em
I could have been a better son.
CHORUS
C
And when we go don't blame it on us us, yeah.
D G
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B Em D G
We'll never let you go.
C
She said: "You ain't no son of mine
D G D(?)
For what you've done they're gonna find
C
A place for you
F B Em D G
And just you mind your manners when you go.
G Em D Em
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.
Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em B
Mama, we all go to hell.
Am
It's really quite pleasant
G
Except for the smell,
Em B Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
Em
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
B
I'd maybe then sing you a song
Am B G
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
Em B Em
You would cry out your eyes all along.
VERSE
Em
We're damned after all.
Am B Em
Through fortune and flame we fall.
Am B G
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
Em B Em
To return from the ashes you call.
VERSE
Em
We all carry on (We all carry on)
Am B Em
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
Am
So raise your glass high
B G
For tomorrow we die,
Em B Em
And return from the ashes you call.
THE END.
