Gonna take off all my skin
Tear apart all of my insides
When they rot from within
Mom, I don't think you'll be savedThey never had the time
They're gonna medicate your lives
You were always born a crime
We salute you in your graveCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her armsI have markers
I seven different shades, oh, shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?So, you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
'Cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lying here?We're not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government
Oxycodone genocide, adolescent suicide
I'll give you my sincerity, a fuck about a Kennedy
Here's what I've got to sayCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her armsNo way home, why, no way home, why
We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go
(No way home, why, no way home, why)
We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to goCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back, well, in her armsCan't find the way, can't find the way
I can't find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't find the way, I can't find the way
I can't find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahCome on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry
Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Michael James Way;Gerard Arthur WayPublished by
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