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You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

 

In the middle of a gun fight
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

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
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?
Oh, nobody knows all the trouble I 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
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"
But I don't remember
I 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

Now now now now (I can't explain)

Now now now (I can't complain) 

Now now, yeah

 

Ow, ow, ow. ow, ow, ow

Hahaha

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