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Gonna take off all my skin Tell 'em pull out all 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 your arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd do just to get back in your arms Well, my gun Fires seven different shades of shit So what's your favourite 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 Or sing about the government Or oxycotton genocide Adolescent suicide Give you my sincerity (Don't give) a fuck about a Kennedy Here's what I 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 your arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd do just to get back in your arms Whoah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah (We got to go) (We got to go) (We got to go) (We got to go) (We got to go) (We got to go) (We 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 your arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd do just to get back in your arms Can't find the way Can't find the way Can't find the way-ay-ay-ay-ay Can't find the way Can't find the way Can't find the way-ay-ay-ay 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