Published: 2018-06-11 15:07 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
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Intro: D#mD#m
Mama, we all Go to hell.
A#
Mama, we all Go to hell.
G#mA#F#
Iʼm writing this letter and wishing you well,
D#mA#D#m
Mama, we all Go to hell.
D#m
Oh, well, now,
D#m
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
A#
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
G#mA#F#D#m
Stop asking me questions, Iʼd hate to see you cry,
A#D#m
Mama, weʼre all gonna die.
Chorus:
B
And when we Go donʼt blame us, yeah.
C#F#
Weʼll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
BE
You made us, oh, so famous.
A#D#mC#F#
Weʼll never let you go.
D#7FF#A#BDD#m
And when you Go donʼt return to me my love.
D#m
Mama, weʼre all full of lies.
A#
Mama, weʼre meant for the flies.
G#mA#F#
And right now theyʼre building a coffin your size,
D#mA#D#m
Mama, weʼre all full of lies.
G#m
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
D#m
You shouldʼve raised a baby girl,
A#
I shouldʼve been a better son.
F#
If you could coddle the infection
F#
They can amputate at once. You shouldʼve been,
D#m
I could have been a better son.
Chorus:
B
And when we Go donʼt blame us, yeah.
C#F#
Weʼll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
BE
You made us, oh, so famous.
A#D#mC#F#
Weʼll never let you go.
B
She said: "You ainʼt no son of mine
C#F#
For what youʼve done theyʼre gonna find
BE
A place for you and just you mind
A#D#mC#F#
your manners when you go.
D#7FF#A#BDD#m
And when you go, donʼt return to me, my love." Thatʼs right.
D#m
Mama, we all Go to hell.
A#
Mama, we all Go to hell.
G#m
Itʼs really quite pleasant
F#
Except for the smell,
D#mA#D#m
Mama, we all Go to hell.
D#m
2 - 3 - 4
D#m
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
D#m
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
D#m
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
A#
Iʼd maybe then sing you a song
G#mA#F#
But thereʼs shit that Iʼve done with this fuck of a gun,
D#mA#D#m
You would cry out your eyes all along.
D#m
Weʼre damned after all.
G#mA#
Through fortune and flame we fall.
G#mA#F#D#m
And if you can stay then Iʼll show you the way,
A#D#m
To return from the ashes you call.
D#m
We all carry on (We all carry on)
G#mA#
When our brothers in arms are gone
(When our brothers in arms are gone)
G#m
So raise your glass high
A#F#
For tomorrow we die,
D#mA#D#m
And return from the ashes you call.