Well you can hide a lot about yourself
But honey, what are you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin
But the past ain't through with you'Cause we are a bunch of liars
Tell me baby who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T
Let it be, let it be, let it be!'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
And we all get together when we bury our friends
It's been 8 bitter years since I've been seeing your face
And you're walking away
And I will die in this placeSometimes you scrape and sink so low
I'm shocked at you're capable of
And if this a coronation
I ain't feeling the love'Cause we're all a bunch of animals
That never payed attention in school
So tell me all about your problems
I was killing before killing was cool
You're so cool, you're so cool'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
And we all get together when we bury our friends
It's been 9 bitter years since I've been seeing your face
And you're walking away
And I will die in this placeYou'll never take me alive, you'll never take me alive
Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still here
You'll never get me alive, you'll never take me alive
Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still hereYou'll never take alive, you'll never get me alive
Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still here
You'll never get me [GET ME!], you'll never take me [take me!]
You'll never get me alive'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
And we all get together when we bury our friends
It's been 10 fucking years since I've been seeing your face round here
And you're walking away
And I will drown in the fear.
Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Gerard Arthur Way;Michael James WayPublished by
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