Hear the sound, the angels come screaming
Down your voice, I hear you've been bleeding
Make your choice, they say you've been pleading
Someone save usHeaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling downI'm at this old hotel but can't tell
If I've been breathing or sleeping
Or screaming or waiting for the man to call
And maybe all of the above'Cause mostly I've been sprawled
On these cathedral steps
While spitting out the blood and screaming
Someone save usHeaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling downAnd will you pray for me,
And make a saint of me?
And will you lay for me,
And make a saint of me?'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
Cover me in gasoline
Wipe away those tears of blood again
And the punchline to the joke is asking
Someone save usHeaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you fallAnd would you pray for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins)
(How the misery begins)
Or make a saint of me?
(You don't know, so I'm burning, I'm burning)And will you lay for me?
(You don't know a thing about my sins)
(How the misery begins)
And make a saint of me?
(You don't know, 'cause I'm burning, I'm burning)'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need
(I'm burning)
Cover me in gasoline again
(I'm burning again)
Songwriters
Frank Iero;Bob Bryar;Raymond Toro;Michael James Way;Gerard Arthur WayPublished by
BLOW THE DOORS OFF THE JERSEY SHORE MUSIC, INC