My Way Home Is Through You [B-Side] Songtext
von My Chemical Romance
My Way Home Is Through You [B-Side] Songtext
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 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 arms
My gun fires seven different shades of shit
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 lyin′ here?
We're not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide, adolescent suicide
I′ll give you 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'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
No way home, way-yay-yay
No way home, way-yay-yay
(We've got to go, we′ve got to go, we've got to go!)
(We've got to go, we′ve got to go, we′ve got to go, we've got to go!)
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-yay-yay-yay-yay
Can't find the way, can′t find the way
Can't find the way-yay-yay-yay-yay
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
Tear apart all of my insides
When they rifle in
Mom and Dad think you′ll be saved
They never had the time
They 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 arms
My gun fires seven different shades of shit
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 lyin′ here?
We're not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide, adolescent suicide
I′ll give you 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'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
No way home, way-yay-yay
No way home, way-yay-yay
(We've got to go, we′ve got to go, we've got to go!)
(We've got to go, we′ve got to go, we′ve got to go, we've got to go!)
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-yay-yay-yay-yay
Can't find the way, can′t find the way
Can't find the way-yay-yay-yay-yay
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
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com