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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
Schlagzeug
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Rhythmusgitarre
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Leadgesang
Paul DeCarli
Paul DeCarli
Programmierung
Bert McCracken
Bert McCracken
Stimme und Gesang
Michael James Way
Michael James Way
Bassgitarre
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
Songwriter:in
Michael James Way
Michael James Way
Songwriter:in
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Songwriter:in
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Songwriter:in
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Eric Miller
Eric Miller
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jon Nicholson
Jon Nicholson
Schlagzeugtechniker:in
Keith Nelson
Keith Nelson
Gitarrentechniker:in
Paul DeCarli
Paul DeCarli
Schnitttechniker:in
Howard Benson
Howard Benson
Produzent:in
Mike Plotnikoff
Mike Plotnikoff
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

In the middle of a gunfight In the center of a restaurant They say, "Come with your arms raised high" Well, they're never gonna get me Like a bullet through a flock of doves To wage this war against your faith in me Your life will never be the same On your mother's eyes Say a prayer Say a prayer, yeah Now, but I can't, and I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag But nobody cares if you're losing yourself Am I losing myself? Well, I miss my mom Will they give me the chair? Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare? Ah, nobody knows All the trouble I've seen Now, but I can't, and I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again To your room What they ask of you They'll make you want to say, "So long" Well, I don't remember Why remember you? Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire Fire Life is but a dream for the dead And well I, I won't go down by myself But I'll go down with my friends, yeah Now, now, now, now (I can't explain) Now, now, now, (I can't complain) Now, now, now, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Michael Way, Gerard Way, Matthew Pellisier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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