NOTE: The intro and first verse will sound more accurate 
to the recording when played partially as bar chords, 
but can be still be played either way.

Ex:(OPTIONAL FOR BOTH INTRO AND FIRST VERSE)

              
           
e|-7-|  e|-7-|
B|-8-|  B|-7-|
G|-9-|  G|-8-|
D|-9-|  D|-9-|
A|-7-|  A|-9-|
E|-x-|  E|-7-|

              
           
  e|-5-|  e|-7
  B|-5-|  B|-7
  G|-5-|  G|-8
  D|-7-|  D|-9
  A|-7-|  A|-9
  E|-5-|  E|-7

          tran
            
-|  e|-3-|  e|
-|  B|-3-|  B|
-|  G|-4-|  G|
-|  D|-5-|  D|
-|  A|-5-|  A|
-|  E|-3-|  E|

sition 
         
-x-|  e|-0-|  
-x-|  B|-0-|  
-x-|  G|-0-|  
-x-|  D|-2-|  
-x-|  A|-2-|  
-2-|  E|-0-|  

         
e|-7-|  e|-7-|
B|-7-|  B|-8-|
G|-8-|  G|-9-|
D|-9-|  D|-9-|
A|-9-|  A|-7-|
E|-7-|  E|-x-|

Intro

       

Verse 1
            
Mama, we all g

       
o to hell.
            
Mama, we all g

       
o to hell.
            
I'm writing th

             
is letter and 

            
wishing you we


ll,
           
Mama, we all g

            
o to hell.

Verse 2 
 
Oh, well, now,

Mama, we're al

l gonna die.
            
Mama, we're al

         
l gonna die.
            
Stop asking me

             
 questions, I'

             
d hate to see 

                                           
you cry,
           
Mama, we're al

         
l gonna die.

Chorus:
              
And when we go

         
 don't blame u

s, yeah.
             
 We'll let the

              
 fires just ba

         
the us, yeah.
             
 You made us, 

        
oh, so famous.
             
We'll never le

           
t you go-ooh-o


oh.
             
And when you g

            
o don't return

          
 to me my love

.

Verse 3

Mama, we're al

l full of lies

.
            
Mama, we're me

              
ant for the fl


ies.
            
And right now 

             
they're buildi

             
ng a coffin yo

    
ur size,
           
Mama, we're al

           
l full of lies

.

Bridge
      
Well Mother, w

hat the war di

d to my legs a

nd to my tongu

e,
              
You should've 

            
raised a baby 

   
girl,
            
I should've be

en a better so

n.
              
If you could c

            
oddle the infe

    
ction
             
They can amput

        
ate at once.
              
You should've 

 
been,
              
I could have b

             
een a better s


on.

Chorus:
              
And when we go

             
 don't blame u

    
s, yeah.
             
 We'll let the

              
 fires just ba

         
the us, yeah.
             
 You made us, 

        
oh, so famous.
             
We'll never le

           
t you go-ooh-o

 
oh.
              
She said: “you

             
 ain’t no son 

         
of mine
             
For what you’v

              
e done they’re

           
 gonna find
             
A place for yo

       
u and just you

 mind 
             
your manners w

           
hen you go-ooh

   
-ooh. 
             
And when you g

            
o don't return

          
 to me my love

.”

That’s right

Verse 4 

Mama, we all g

o to hell.
            
Mama, we all g

      
o to hell.
            
It's really qu

                  
ite pleasant
             
Except for the

           
 smell,
           
Mama, we all g

      
o to hell.

2 - 3 - 4


       
Mama! Mama! Ma

   
ma! Ohhh!



       
Mama! Mama! Ma

   
ma! Ma...

            
And if you wou

      
ld call me you

r sweetheart, 
            
I'd maybe then

            
 sing you a so

  
ng
            
But the shit t

             
hat I've done 

             
with this fuck

       
 of a gun,
            
You would cry 

            
out your eyes 

     
all along.



We're damned a

fter all.
            
Through fortun

            
e and flame we

   
 fall.
            
And if you can

             
 stay then I'l

             
l show you the

   
 way,
            
To return from

            
 the ashes you

   
 call.
   
We all carry o

n 
            
When our broth

            
ers in arms ar

    
e gone 
            
So raise your 

                                           
glass high
             
For tomorrow w

                  
e die,
            
And return fro

             
m the ashes yo

      
u call!

Outro: