Mama (Live In Mexico) Lyrics

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 hellOh 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 dieAnd 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
And when you go don't return to me my loveMama, 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 liesWell mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should have raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once

You should've been
I could have been a better sonAnd 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 goShe 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 goAnd when you go don't return to me my love
That's rightMama, 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 hellMama, mama, mama, ohh
Mama, mama, mama, ohhAnd if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a songBut there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all alongWe're damned after all
Through fortune and fame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you callWe all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call
Songwriters
BOB BRYAR, FRANK IERO, GERARD WAY, MICHAEL WAY, RAY TOROPublished by
Lyrics © Blow The Doors Off Chicago