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

Among us, you'll find seven different shades of shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?

You wanna hold my hand
Could you sign this photograph
'cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lyin' here?

Well I'm here to pay a compliment
And 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

Copyright: BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): BOB BRYAR, FRANK IERO, GERARD WAY, MICHAEL WAY, RAY TORO