[00:00.00] 作词 : Frank Anthony Iero/Gerard Arthur Way/Michael James Way/Raymond Toro/Robert Cory Bryar
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Frank Anthony Iero/Gerard Arthur Way/Michael James Way/Raymond Toro/Robert Cory Bryar
[00:21.12]Mama, we all go to Hell
[00:26.14]Mama, we all go to Hell
[00:29.99]I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
[00:35.27]Mama, we all go to Hell
[00:38.67]Oh well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die
[00:44.47]Mama, we're all gonna die
[00:48.22]Stop asking me questions
[00:50.69]I'd hate to see you cry
[00:53.41]Mama, we're all gonna die
[00:55.84]And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
[01:00.42]We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
[01:05.04]You made us oh so famous
[01:08.77]We'll never let you go
[01:14.41]And when you go, don't return to me, my love
[01:21.02]Mama, we're all full of lies
[01:25.98]Mama, we're meant for the flies
[01:29.91]And right now, they're building a coffin your size
[01:35.10]Mama, we're all full of lies
[01:39.30]Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
[01:43.04]You should've raised a baby girl
[01:45.30]I should've been a better son
[01:47.80]If you could coddle the infection
[01:50.25]They can amputate at once
[01:52.21]You should've been, I could have been a better son
[01:55.79]And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
[02:00.31]We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
[02:05.01]You made us oh so famous
[02:08.72]We'll never let you go
[02:14.16]She said, "You ain't no son of mine
[02:18.55]For what you've done, they're gonna find
[02:23.21]A place for you and just you mind your manners when you go
[02:32.38]And when you go, don't return to me, my love," that's right
[02:38.92]Mama, we all go to Hell
[02:43.74]Mama, we all go to Hell
[02:47.73]It's really quite pleasant except for the smell
[02:52.57]Mama, we all go to Hell (One, two, three, four)
[03:03.79]Mama, Mama, Mama
[03:15.67]Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma
[03:27.18]"And if you would call me a sweetheart
[03:31.64]I'd maybe then sing you a song"
[03:35.55]But there's shit that I've done with this f**k of a gun
[03:39.45]You would cry out your eyes all along
[03:43.21]We're damned after all
[03:47.100]Through fortune and flame, we fall
[03:52.24]And if you can stay, then I'll show you the way
[03:55.85]To return from the ashes you call
[03:59.75]We all carry on
[04:04.07]When our brothers in arms are gone
[04:08.45]So raise your glass high, for tomorrow, we die
[04:12.45]And return from the ashes you call

作词 : Frank Anthony Iero/Gerard Arthur Way/Michael James Way/Raymond Toro/Robert Cory Bryar
作曲 : Frank Anthony Iero/Gerard Arthur Way/Michael James Way/Raymond Toro/Robert Cory Bryar
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 die
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
Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should've raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should've 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've 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," that's right
Mama, we all go to Hell
Mama, we all go to Hell
It's really quite pleasant except for the smell
Mama, we all go to Hell (One, two, three, four)
Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma
"And if you would call me a sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song"
But there's shit that I've done with this f**k of a gun
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