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