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'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 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 ar-ar-arms.

(Background)

Oh my gun,                                                                                                         fires seven different shades of shit,
so what's your favourite colour, 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 ain't here to play a compliment,
 sing about the government,
 oxycodone genocide,
 and 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 ar-ar-arms.

Nooooo wayyyy homeeeee….

wayyyy homeeeee….

(Guitar solo)


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 well in her arms.

Can't find the way.
Can't find the way.
Can't find the way-ay-ay-ay.