Gonna take off all my skin,
Tear apart all of my insides,
When they rot from within,
Mom I don't 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 its 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 arms.

My Gun Fires,
Seven diffrent shades of shit,
So what's your favorite color, punk?
[Spoken in background]

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,
Oxycodone 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 its 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 arms.

No way home why
[x4]
We've got to go
[x7 at same time as "No way home why"]

Can't find my way home,
But its 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, well, in her arms.

I can't find the way
[x6]

Come on angel, don't you cry
[x4]

Thanks to (Georgia) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 5, 2008