My Way Home Is Through You

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 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 And sing about the government Oxycontin genocide Adolescent suicide Give him my sincerity Don't give a fuck 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