Published: 2018-06-11 15:07 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
Tonality
Intro: EmEm
Mama, we all Go to hell.
B
Mama, we all Go to hell.
AmBG
Iʼm writing this letter and wishing you well,
EmBEm
Mama, we all Go to hell.
Em
Oh, well, now,
Em
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
B
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
AmBGEm
Stop asking me questions, Iʼd hate to see you cry,
BEm
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
Chorus:
C
And when we Go donʼt blame us, yeah.
DG
Weʼll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
CF
You made us, oh, so famous.
BEmDG
Weʼll never let you go.
EGbGBCEbEm
And when you Go donʼt return to me my love.
Em
Mama, weʼre all full of lies.
B
Mama, weʼre meant for the flies.
AmBG
And right now theyʼre building a coffin your size,
EmBEm
Mama, weʼre all full of lies.
Am
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
Em
You shouldʼve raised a baby girl,
B
I shouldʼve been a better son.
G
If you could coddle the infection
G
They can amputate at once. You shouldʼve been,
Em
I could have been a better son.
Chorus:
C
And when we Go donʼt blame us, yeah.
DG
Weʼll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
CF
You made us, oh, so famous.
BEmDG
Weʼll never let you go.
C
She said: "You ainʼt no son of mine
DG
For what youʼve done theyʼre gonna find
CF
A place for you and just you mind
BEmDG
your manners when you go.
EGbGBCEbEm
And when you go, donʼt return to me, my love." Thatʼs right.
Em
Mama, we all Go to hell.
B
Mama, we all Go to hell.
Am
Itʼs really quite pleasant
G
Except for the smell,
EmBEm
Mama, we all Go to hell.
Em
2 - 3 - 4
Em
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Em
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
Em
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
B
Iʼd maybe then sing you a song
AmBG
But thereʼs shit that Iʼve done with this fuck of a gun,
EmBEm
You would cry out your eyes all along.
Em
Weʼre damned after all.
AmB
Through fortune and flame we fall.
AmBGEm
And if you can stay then Iʼll show you the way,
BEm
To return from the ashes you call.
Em
We all carry on (We all carry on)
AmB
When our brothers in arms are gone
(When our brothers in arms are gone)
Am
So raise your glass high
BG
For tomorrow we die,
EmBEm
And return from the ashes you call.