Mama

	 
[Intro]
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[Estrofe]
Em 
Mama, we all go to hell. 
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Mama, we all go to hell. 
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I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, 
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Mama, we all go to hell.
[Refrão]
Em 
Oh, well, now, 
Em 
Mama, we're all gonna die. 
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Mama, we're all gonna die. 
A            B                 G 
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, 
Em           B         Em 
Mama, we're all gonna die.
[Refrão]
D                      C 
And when we go don't blame us, yeah. 
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 We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. 
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 You made us, oh, so famous. 
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We'll never let you go-ooh-ooh. 
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And when you go don't return to me my love.
[Estrofe]
Em 
Mama, we're all full of lies. 
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Mama, we're meant for the flies. 
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And right now they're building a coffin your size, 
Em           B           Em 
Mama, we're all full of lies.
[Puente]
      Em 
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, 
               Em 
You should've raised a baby girl, 
            B 
I should've been a better son. 
              A           B 
If you could coddle the infection 
          G           Em 
They can amputate at once. 
                  Em 
You should've been, 
              B             Em 
I could have been a better son.
[Refrão]
                        C 
She said: "You ain't no son of mine 
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  For what you've done they're gonna find 
  
A place for you 
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And just you mind your manners when you go. 
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And when you go, don't return to me, my love." 
  
That's right.
[Estrofe]
Em 
Mama, we all go to hell. 
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Mama, we all go to hell. 
A                  B 
It's really quite pleasant 
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Except for the smell, 
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Mama, we all go to hell.
[Puente]
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 Mama, mama, mama  
Em Am  Bbm   Am B 
 Mama, mama, mama
[Medio]
  Em 
And if you would call me your sweetheart, 
                           B 
I'd maybe then sing you a song 
         A               B              G 
But the shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun, 
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You would cry out your eyes all along.  
Em 
We're damned after all. 
                         B 
Through fortune and flame we fall. 
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And if you can stay then I'll show you the way, 
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To return from the ashes you call.  
Em 
We all carry on 
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When our brothers in arms are gone 
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So raise your glass high 
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For tomorrow we die, 
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And return from the ashes you call!
[Outro]
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