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 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 her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er er
Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?
D'you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
'cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lyin' here?
We ain't here to pay a compliment
Or sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide
Adolescent suicide
Give me 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'll do
Just to get back in her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er er
Whoa oh oh
Way e ay e oh
Whoa oh oh
Way e ay e oh
OWWWW
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll 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 yay yay yay yay
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
Tear apart all of my insides
When they rifle in
Mom and Dad think you'll be saved
They never had the time
They 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 her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er er
Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?
D'you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
'cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lyin' here?
We ain't here to pay a compliment
Or sing about the government
Oxycontin genocide
Adolescent suicide
Give me 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'll do
Just to get back in her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her er er er er
Whoa oh oh
Way e ay e oh
Whoa oh oh
Way e ay e oh
OWWWW
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll do
Just to get back in her arms
Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'll 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 yay yay yay yay
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
Lyrics submitted by A Red Hotel, edited by weirdgirl32, SmashingDestiny, RedOnesMakeMeFly
My Way Home Is Through You Lyrics as written by Frank Iero Bob Bryar
Lyrics © BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO
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This song is about him not wanting to be famous anymore and just to come back home into the arms of people who love and care about him no matter what.
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Seems to fit, huh?
[This is an awesome song.]