My Way Home Is Through You (B-Side)

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'd do just to get back in her arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd do just to get back in her arms My gun fires seven different shades of shit So what's your favorite color, punk? Do you wanna hold my hand Could you sign this photograph? 'Cause I'm your biggest fan Would you leave me lyin' here? We're not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government Oxycontin genocide, adolescent suicide I'll 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 her arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd do just to get back in her arms No way home, way-yay-yay No way home, way-yay-yay (We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go!) (We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go, we've 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 her arms Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'd 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, can't find the way Can't find the way-yay-yay-yay-yay 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