Gonna take off all my skin
Tear apart all of my insides
When they rifle in
Mom and Dad think you'll be savedThey never had the time
They 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'll do
Just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er erAmong us, you'll find seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?You wanna hold my hand
Could you sign this photograph
'cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lyin' here?Well I'm here to pay a compliment
And sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide
Adolescent suicide
Give me 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'll do
Just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er erWhoa oh oh
Way e ay e oh
Whoa oh oh
Way e ay e ohOWWWWCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her armsCan't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her armsCan't find the way
Can't find the way
Can't find the way yay yay yay yay
Can't find the way yay yay yay yayC'mon, Angel, don't you cry
C'mon, Angel, don't you cry
C'mon, Angel, don't you cry
C'mon, Angel, don't you cry
Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Michael James Way;Gerard Arthur WayPublished by
BLOW THE DOORS OFF THE JERSEY SHORE MUSIC, INC