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 your arms, Can't find my way home, But it's through you and I know, What I'd do just to get back in your arms.
[Well 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 lying 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've 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 your arms, Can't find my way home, But it's through you and I know, What I'd do just to get back in your arms.
No way home, why? No way home, why? No way home, why? No way home, why? [We've got to go /x7]
Can't find my way home, But it's through you and I know, What I'd do just to get back in your arms, Can't find my way home, But it's through you and I know, What I'd do just to get back, well, in your arms.
can't find the way can't find the way can't find the wa-a-a-a-ay can't find the way can't find the way can't find the wa-a-a-a-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 cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
