Mama [Extended Version] [Long Live The Black Parade]

[Verse 1: Gerard Way]

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

[Chorus: Gerard Way]

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

[Verse 2: Gerard Way]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Gerard Way]

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

[Chorus: Gerard Way]

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

[Post-Chorus: Gerard Way]

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

[Verse 3: Gerard Way]

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)

[Breakdown: Gerard Way]

Mama, Mama, Mama

Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma

[Additional part]

Hello, how are you?

You're looking better

Feeling quite well?

I've got a secret

We've got a song

Slim as a sliver

Not very long

And if you like it

Blow us a kiss

It's nearly started

It goes like this

A dagger, a dagger

Please fetch me a dagger

A tool for our treasonous needs

A delicate matter

Yes, trust me, a dagger

Is just what this plan of ours needs

We'll follow the script to the letter

Abandon his corpse in the sea

You can't see Berlin with the sun in your eye

To fail is much sadder

Yes, trust me, a dagger

Is just what this plan of war needs

Let me be

We walk in the park in the fall

They'd laugh and we'd point out them all

With tears in our eyes we collapse on the crosses

And said death be the son of us all

This war is the son of us all, my dear Anne

Marianne!

[Bridge: Marianne & Gerard Way]

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 fuck of a gun

You would cry out your eyes all along

[Outro: Marianne & Gerard Way]

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 (We all carry on)

When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)

So raise your glass high, for tomorrow, we die

And return from the ashes you call