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'll do
Just to get back in your arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in your ar-ar-ar-arrr
(Oh my God!
Vile, seven different shades of sh**
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're not here to pay a compliment
And sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide
Adolescent suicide
Give him my sincerity
Don't give a f** about a Kennedy
Heres 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 your arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in your ar-ar-ar-arrr
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in your arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in your ar-ar-ar-arrr
Can't find the way
Can't find the way
Can't find the way
Can't find the way
Can't find the way
C'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