Mama we all go to hell.
Mama we all go to hell.
Im writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama we all go to hell.

Oh well now
Mama were all gonna die.
Mama were all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions Id hate to see you cry
Mama were all gonna die.

And when we go dont blame us yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us yeah.
You made us oh so famous.
Well never let you go.
And when you go dont return to me my love.

Mama were all full of lies.
Mama were meant for the flies.
And right now theyre building a coffin your size
Mama were all full of lies.

Well Mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You shouldve raised a baby girl
I shouldve been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You shouldve been
I could have been a better son.

And when we go dont blame us yeah.
Well let the fires just bathe us yeah.
You made us oh so famous.
Well never let you go.

She said: You aint no son of mine
For what youve done theyre gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go dont return to me my love.
Thats right.

Mama we all go to hell.
Mama we all go to hell.
Its really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama we all go to hell.

2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart
Id maybe then sing you a song

[Gerard Way:] But theres shit that Ive done with this f*ck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along.

Were damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then Ill 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.