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Mama
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Past 7 Days
Mama was discovered most frequently at around 55 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
And 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 love
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Well, Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You shoulda raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once
You shoulda been, I could have been a better son
[Chorus]
And 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
[Chorus]
She said, "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done, they're gonna find
A place for you, and just your mind your manners when you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
That's right
[Bridge]
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 (Two, three, four)
[Bridge]
Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma
And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes, all along
[Outro]
We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame, we fall
And if you can stay, then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
[Outro]
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 you call
Written by: Frank Anthony Iero, Gerard Arthur Way, Michael James Way, Raymond Toro, Robert Cory Bryar
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