Mama My Chemical Romance
intro- Em
[Em]Mama, we all go to hell.
[B]Mama, we all go to hell.
[Am]I'm writing th[B]is letter and wishing[G] you well,
[Em]Mama, we all [B]go to hell.[Em]
[Em]Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
[B]Mama, we're all gonna die.
[Am]Stop asking m[B]e questions, I'd h[G]ate to see you cry,[Em]
Mama, we're a[B]ll gonna di[Em]e.
CHORUS-
And when we go don't bla[C]me us, yeah.
[D]We'll let the fires just bath[G]e us, yeah.
[C]You made us, oh, so f[F]amous.
[B]We'll never let [Em]you go.[D] [G]
E* F#* G* B* C* Eb* Em
And when you go don't return to me my love.
DO VERSE1
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.
Well Mo[Am]ther, 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.
You should've been,
[Em]I could have been a better son.
REPEAT CHORUS
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.
DO CHORUS
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.
[Em]Mama, we all go to hell.
[B]Mama, we all go to hell.
[Am]It's really quite pleasant
[G]Except for the smell,
[Em]Mama, we al[B]l go[Em] to hell.
[Em]
[2]Ma[-]ma[3]! [-]Ma[4]ma! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
(Liza Minelli:) [Em]And if you would call me your sweetheart,
[B]I'd maybe then sing you a song
(Gerard Way:)[Am] But there's sh*t t[B]hat I've done with th[G]is f**k of a gun,
[Em]You would c[B]ry out your eyes a[Em]ll along.
DO VERSE
[Em]We're damned after all.
[Am]Through fortune and [B]flame we fall.
[Am]And if you can [B]stay then I'll show[G] you the way,[Em]
To[B] return from the ashes[Em] you call.
DO VERSE
[Em]We all carry on (We all carry on)
[Am]When our brothers in arm[B]s are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So[Am] raise your glass high
F[B]or tomorrow we d[G]ie,
Em B Em End...
And return from the ashes you call.
Made in Lucena City
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