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Verse 1
EmMama, we all go to hell.
EmMama, we all go to heBll.
AmI'm writing thBis letter and wishingG you well,
EmMama, we alBl go to heEmll.
Verse 2
EmOh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
EmMama, we're all gonna dBie.
AmStop asking mBe questions, I'd hGate to see you cry,
EmMama, we're aBll gonna dEmie.
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And when we go don't blCame us, yeah.
D We'll let the fires just batGhe us, yeah.
C You made us, oh, so fFamous.
BWe'll never let youEm go-oDoh-oGoh.
GAnd when you go don't reEmturn to Dme my lEmove.
Verse 3
EmMama, we're all full of lies.
EmMama, we're meant for the flBies.
AmAnd right now they'reB building a coffGin your size,
EmMama, we're aBll full of lEmies.
Bridge
Well MAmother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should've rEmaised a baby girl,
I should've Bbeen a better son.
If you could cGoddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've bAmeen,
I could have bBeen a better sEmon.
Verse 4
EmMama, we all go to hell.
EmMama, we all go to hBell.
AmIt's really quite pleasant
GExcept for the smell,
EmMama, we alBl go to hEmell.
AnEmd if you would call me your sweetheart,
BI'd maybe then sing you a song
But the sAmhit that I've done with thBis f*** of a guGn,
EmYou would cry out your Beyes all aloEmng.
EmWe're damned after all.
AmThrough fortune and Bflame we fall.
AmAnd if you can Bstay then I'll showG you the waEmy,
To rBeturn from the ashes you caEmll.
EmWe all carry on
AmWhen our brothers in arms are gBone
SoAm raise your glass high
FBor tomorrow we dGie,
EmAnd return from theB ashes you caEmll!