Mama (Live Demo)

(álbum: The Black Parade / Living With Ghosts - 2016)

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell
Oh, well, now, mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die

And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us
You made us oh, so famous
We'll never let you go

And when you go, don't return to me, my love

Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're all full of lies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies
But oh, well, now, mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant, except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell

And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us
You made us oh, so famous now
We'll never let you go
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

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell, two, three, four!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Come on!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
Fuck it! Uh!
Mama! Mama! Mama!

And if you could write me a letter
I'd maybe then sing you a song
'Cause the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
Your eyes bleed when the words hit your tongue

We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you could stay, then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes we!