Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm écriture this letter and wishing toi 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 toi cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
toi made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let toi go.
And when toi go don't return to me my love.
Mama, 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 lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
toi should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If toi could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
toi should've been,
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
toi made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let toi 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 toi mind your manners when toi go.
And when toi go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.
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.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
[Liza Minelli:] And if toi would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing toi a song
[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
toi would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if toi can stay then I'll montrer toi the way,
To return from the ashes toi call.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes toi call.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm écriture this letter and wishing toi 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 toi cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
toi made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let toi go.
And when toi go don't return to me my love.
Mama, 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 lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
toi should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If toi could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
toi should've been,
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
toi made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let toi 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 toi mind your manners when toi go.
And when toi go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.
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.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
[Liza Minelli:] And if toi would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing toi a song
[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
toi would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if toi can stay then I'll montrer toi the way,
To return from the ashes toi call.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes toi call.
Yeah!
Well let's go back to the middle of the jour that starts it all
I can't begin to let toi know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
toi and I
We'll fly home
Come on!
Well now I'm back in the middle of the jour that starts it all.
I can't begin to let toi know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home,
toi and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly that's what I a dit to her, what I a dit to her
Think happy thoughts [x8]
Think ha... wooo!
Well let's go back to the middle of the jour that starts it all
I can't begin to let toi know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
toi and I
We'll fly home
Come on!
Well now I'm back in the middle of the jour that starts it all.
I can't begin to let toi know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
[Chorus]
And we'll fly home,
toi and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly that's what I a dit to her, what I a dit to her
Think happy thoughts [x8]
Think ha... wooo!