Mama taby ukulele według My Chemical Romance

Intro: Em
Em                   
Mama, we all go to hell.
B
Mama, we all go to hell.
Am            B                    G
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Em           B            Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
 Em 
Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
B
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Am           B                 G                  Em
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
             B          Em
Mama, we're all gonna die.
                         C
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
D                            G
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C                    F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B               Em     D             G
We'll never let you go.
E  Gb   G            Em
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Em 
Mama, we're all full of lies.
B
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
Am B G
And right now they're building a coffin your size,



Em B Em
Mama, we're all full of lies.
        Am
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.
G
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
Em
I could have been a better son.
                         C
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
D                            G
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
C                    F
You made us, oh, so famous.
B               Em     D             G
We'll never let you go.
 C
She said: "You ain't no son of mine
D G
For what you've done they're gonna find
A
 place for you
B Em D G
And just you mind your manners when you go.
E Gb G B C Eb Em
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."


That's right. 
 Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
B
Mama, we all go to hell.
Am
It's really quite pleasant
G
Except for the smell,
Em         B   Em
Mama, we all go to hell.
Em
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
                Em                 
-Liza Minelli:- And if you would call me your sweetheart, 
B
I'd maybe then sing you a song
             Am                 B                    G
-Gerard Way:- But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
Em         B                 Em
You would cry out your eyes all along.
 Em
We're damned after all.
Am                  B
Through fortune and flame we fall.
Am             B                  G             Em
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
  B                     Em
To return from the ashes you call.
 Em
We all carry on - We all carry on -
Am                      B
When our brothers in arms are gone - When our brothers in arms are gone -
  Am                                     
So raise your glass high
 B               G
For tomorrow we die,
Em                 B                  Em
And return from the ashes you call.