{Verse 1] Em B Em Mama, we all go to Hell B Mama, we all go to Hell Am Em I'm writing this letter and wishing you well Em B Em Mama, we all go to Hell Em B Em Oh well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die Em B Mama, we're all gonna die Am Em Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry Em B Em Mama, we're all gonna die
Chorus: N.C. C And when we go, don't blame us G We'll let the fires just bathe us B You made us oh so famous Em Esus4 E We'll never let you go C B Em And when you go, don't return to me, my love N.C. (One, two, three, four) Verse 2: Em B Em Mama, we're all full of lies Em B Mama, we're meant for the flies Am Em And right now, they're building a coffin your size Em B Em Mama, we're all full of lies Verse 3: Em Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue B You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son Am If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once Em B Em You should've been, I could have been a better son Chorus: N.C. C And when we go, don't blame us G We'll let the fires just bathe us B You made us oh so famous Em Esus4 E We'll never let you go C She said, "You ain't no son of mine G For what you've done, they're gonna find B Em Esus4 E A place for you and just you mind your manners when you go C B Em And when you go, don't return to me, my love" (that's right) Verse 4: Em B Em Mama, we all go to Hell Em B Mama, we all go to Hell Am Em It's really quite pleasant except for the smell Em B Em Mama, we all go to Hell (two, three, four) Breakdown: N.C. Mama, Mama, Mama yeah Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma Bridge: Em "And if you would call me your sweetheart B I'd maybe then sing you a song" Am Em B Em But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun B Em You would cry out your eyes all along Outro: Em We're damned after all Am B Through fortune and flame, we fall Am Em B Em And if you can stay, then I'll show you the way B Em To return from the ashes you call Em We all carry on (we all carry on) Am B When our brothers in arms are gone (when our brothers in arms are gone) Am Em B Em So raise your glass high, for tomorrow, we die B Em And return from the ashes you call
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