So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
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 have 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
Mama, mama, mama, ohh
Mama, mama, mama, ohh
And if you would call me your 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
We're damned after all
Through fortune and fame 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
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 have 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
Mama, mama, mama, ohh
Mama, mama, mama, ohh
And if you would call me your 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
We're damned after all
Through fortune and fame 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
Lyrics submitted by AbsolutionAgent_gMs, edited by SmashingDestiny
Mama Lyrics as written by Frank Iero Bob Bryar
Lyrics © BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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rainbow gryphon, I agree. That's how i see this song. The Black Parade shows him this war, and these individuals. The first one tells his mother he is gonna go to hell for killing all these people. Then another one is crying about how he's gonna die. The third one is saying they are liars. The fourth one is blaming himself, saying she should've raised a baby girl, at least a baby girl wouldn't go killing people. While he's singing, you hear a crazy, Beulzebub-sounding devil voice sing with him. He is having to have his leg amputated. The last one reinforces the image that they are going to hell, and he speaks as if he's already there "it's really quite pleasant, except for the smell." During the chorus, they all cry out together, every single soldier on the battlefield, for the sorrow and the pity of what they are doing to each other. Then the mother disowns her son for all the bad things he's done. "And just you mind your manners when you go." Then a man speaks to his lover. Her voice is full of sorrow, and the man says that he's done terrible things...and then all the dead men raise up and say " we're dead after all.... raise up your glasses for tomorrow we die!"
This song is very big and dramatic, it is really like a musical number.
I just imagine the patient seeing all these sad boys writing home to their mothers and their lovers, crying, saying they're going to die soon, and they don't want to. Thhey're going to hell for killing these other boys. Then he sees the big picture, and everyone is singing, in a line with each other, saying they are all brothers in arms, and tomorrow they die. it's showing that they are trapped; no way out. They have to kill each other and they have to die. It's a miserable life, and the patient should be grateful he isn't here, dying on this god-forsaken battlefield. The scope is this song is just huge. I love it.
okay why are you all "he" him"? do you realize that Gerard Way is not the only one in the band? yes he wrote it, but many of his songs are aboput or are based On Frank Iero.... just fyi.
he is talking about the patient, not Gerard Way...