My Way Home Is Through You (B-side)

(álbum: The Black Parade - 2006)

Going to 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 going to 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

Well, my gun fires seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?

Do you want to hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
Because 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 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, why
No way home, why
(We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go!)
No way home, why
(We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go!)
No way home, why, 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