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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 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 [bad word]  
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 [bad word]  
Or sing about the government, 
Oxycontin genocide, 
Adolescent suicide, 
I'll give you my sincerity, 
{Don't give} a [bad word] 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 
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. 
I can't find the way  [bad word] on angel, don't you cry