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"Mama, we all go the hell.
Mama, we all go the hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go the 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 die.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, so, so famous,
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

Mama, we're all full o' lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full o' lies.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
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, so, 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 your mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return to me my love.

That's right.

Mama,
We all go the hell.
Mama, we all go the hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go the hell."
~ Mama, My Chemical Romance.