Gonna take off all my skin.
Tear apart all of my insides.
When they rifle in,
Mom and Dad think you'll be saved.
They never had the time.
They're 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 ar-ar-arms.
(Background)
My gun fires
seven different shades of sh*t,
so what's your favorite color, punk?
Do you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph,
'cause I'm your biggest fan.
Would you leave me lying here?
We ain't here to play a compliment,
or sing about the government,
or oxycodone genocide,
or adolescent suicide.
I'll give you my sincerity,
(don't give) a f**k 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 her arms.
Can't find my way home,
but its through you and I know
what I'd do
just to get back in her ar-ar-arms.
Woah oh oh, way-ay oh
Woah oh oh, way-ay oh
Woah oh oh, way-ay oh
(Guitar solo)
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.
Can't find the way.
Can't find the way.
Can't find the way-ay-ay-ay-ay.
Can't find the way.
Can't find the way.
Can't find the way-ay-ay-ay-ay.
Come 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-y...