My Chemical Romance
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Gonna take off all my skin,
Tear apart all of my insides,
And when they rifle in,
Mom and Dad think you'll be saved,
They never had the time,
They gonna medicate your lives,
You were always born a crime,
We salute you in your grave,
Can't find my way home,
but it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back in her arms,
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back in her arms.
Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?
Do you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph?
Cuz I'm your biggest fan,
Would you leave me lying here?
We ain't here to pay a compliment,
or sing about the government,
Oxycodone genocide,
Adolescent suicide,
Give you my sincerity,
(Don't give) a fuck about a Kennedy,
Here's what I got to say:
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back in your arms
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back in her arms.
Woah Woah ho way-ay-oh...
We got to go...
Woah HO [screaming]
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back in her arms,
Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do,
Just to get back well in her arms,
Can't find the way...
C'mon, Angel, Don't you cry...