My Chemical Romance Mama (live In Mexico)
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place
Everybody in the whole place,whole place clap
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 jump
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
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 sing this with me
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
Audince:You should have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should have 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
You made us oh so famous
We'll never let you go
She said "You ain't no son of mine"
For what you 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
Hands up
Mama, we all go to hell
Let me see your hands
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell
2 - 3 - 4
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!
AH HA HA HA
HA WHAA HA HA HA AH HA YEAH WA OH HA
MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA
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 f..ck of a
let me see your hands
You would cry out your eyes all along
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
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
OH! OH! OH!
ah ah haa haa
A suprise Party?
For me?
Oh, you shouldn't have
