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´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 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
I have markers I seven different shades, oh, shit So what´s your favorite color, punk?
So, 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, 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, no way home, why) 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, well, in her arms
Can´t find the way, can´t find the way I can´t find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I can´t find the way, I can´t find the way
I can´t find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 rot from within