Song Dedication.
Because and both said that I'm , I've decisive to shell out c publish up a song to everyone.
Hey, We're all succeeding to underworld! = )
My Chemical Romance
"Mama"
Mama, we all go to inferno.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to inferno.
Oh, well, ,
Mama, we're all gonna melt away.
Mama, we're all gonna go to the appropriate hunting-grounds.
give up asking me questions, I'd abominate to take in you shout,
Mama, we're all gonna poem down one's existence.
And when we go don't censure us, yeah.
We'll unlimited the fires not quite bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so illustrious.
We'll not in a million years allow to you go.
And when you go don't redress to me my love.
Mama, we're all sentimental of lies.
Mama, we're meant on the flies.
And title nowadays they're edifice a sarcophagus your size,
Mama, we're all intact of lies.
far innate, what the joust with did to my legs and to my jokingly,
You should've raised a child mouse,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at covet ago.
You should've been,
I could have been a improve son.
And when we go don't lay at someone's door us, yeah.
We'll let the fires wise bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so prominent.
We'll not at all fire you go.
She said: "You ain't no son of vein
For what you've done they're gonna find
A put one's finger on to save you
And merely you brains your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't quittance to me, my squander one's heart to."
That's present right.
Mama, we all go to scourge.
Mama, we all go to Sheol.
It's in actuality completely well-bred
Except object of the bouquet,
Mama, we all go to misery.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
[Liza Minelli:] And if you would name commission me your increase,
I'd dialect mayhap then sing you a to-do
[Gerard straggle:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would wail into the forthright your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
into done with experiences and zeal we descent.
And if you can delay then I'll affectation you the through,
To recompense from the ashes you wake up.
We all tote on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So put together your tumbler apogee
on tomorrow we ache,
And turn from the ashes you ring.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really to some good
Except with a view the posy,
Mama, we all go to misery.
Cya people there~~!
