Well, you can hide a lot about yourself
but, honey, what are you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain't through with you
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars, tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it, 'cause it's tragic with a capital T
Let it be, let it be, let it be

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
And you're walking away
And I will die in this place

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low
I'm shocked at what you're capable of
And if this is the coronation, I ain't feeling the love
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school
So, tell me all about your problems, I was killing before killing was cool
You're so cool, you're so cool, so cool

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
And you're walking away
And I will die in this place

You'll never take me alive, you'll never take me alive
Do what it takes to survive, 'cause I'm still here
You'll never get me alive, you'll never take me alive
Do what it takes to survive, and I'm still here
You'll never take me alive, you'll never get me alive
Do what it takes to survive, and I'm still here
You'll never get me
You'll never take me
You'll never get me alive

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
Ba ba ba, ba ba ba
And we all get together when we bury our friends
It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing your face 'round here
And you're walking away
And I will drown in the fear

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Michael Way, Ray Toro