Tono: Em
Introducción: Em B A B G Em Em B Em
Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em B
Mama, we all go to hell.
A B G
I' m writing this letter and wishing you well,
Em B Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em
Oh, well, now,
Em
Mama, we' re all gonna die.
B
Mama, we' re all gonna die.
A B G
Stop asking me questions, I' d hate to see you cry,
Em B Em
Mama, we' re all gonna die.
D C
And when we go don' t blame us, yeah.
D G
We' ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B Em D/F# G
We' ll never let you go-ooh-ooh.
G C B Em
And when you go don' t return to me my love.
Em
Mama, we' re all full of lies.
Em B
Mama, we' re meant for the flies.
A B G
And right now they' re building a coffin your size,
Em B Em
Mama, we' re all full of lies.
Em
Well Mother, 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.
A B
If you could coddle the infection
G Em
They can amputate at once.
Em
You should' ve been,
B Em
I could have been a better son.
D C
And when we go don' t blame us, yeah.
D G
We' ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B Em D/F# G
We' ll never let you go-ooh-ooh.
C
She said: "You ain' t no son of mine
D G C
For what you' ve done they' re gonna find
A place for you
F B Em D G
And just you mind your manners when you go.
Em G Em
And when you go, don' t return to me, my love."
That' s right.
Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em B
Mama, we all go to hell.
A B
It' s really quite pleasant
G
Except for the smell,
Em B Em/D
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em Am A#m Am B
Mama, mama, mama
Em Am A#m Am B
Mama, mama, mama
Em
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
B
I' d maybe then sing you a song
A B G
But the shit that I' ve done with this fuck of a gun,
Em A#5 B
You would cry out your eyes all along.
Em
We' re damned after all.
B
Through fortune and flame we fall.
A B G Em
And if you can stay then I' ll show you the way,
B A#5 B
To return from the ashes you call.
Em
We all carry on
A B
When our brothers in arms are gone
A B
So raise your glass high
G Em
For tomorrow we die,
Em B Em
And return from the ashes you call!