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I recently added the 3 tracks of MCR’s "Famous Last Words" mini album on my playlist. here are the lyrics of the three songs:
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My Way Home Is Through You

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 its through you and I know,
What I’d do just to get back in her arms.

[Spoken in background]
(I have markers,
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 lying 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’ve got to say.

Can’t find my way home,
But its through you and I know,
What I’d do just to get back in her arms,
Can’t find my way home,
But its through you and I know,
What I’d do just to get back in her arms.

No way home why
[x4]
We’ve got to go
[x7 at same time as "No way home why"]

Can’t find my way home,
But its through you and I know,
What I’d do just to get back in her arms,
Can’t find my way home,
But its through you and I know,
What I’d do just to get back, well, in her arms.

I can’t find the way
[x6]

Come on angel, don’t you cry
[x4]

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Kill All Your Friends

Well you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what’re you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain’t through with you.

‘Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
‘Cause it’s tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!

‘Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It’s been eight bitter years since I’ve been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you’re walking away, and I will die in this place.

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I’m shocked at what you’re capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain’t feeling the love.

‘Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You’re so cool, You’re so cool, So cool!

‘Cause we all wanna party when a funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It’s been nine bitter years since I’ve been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you’re walking away, and I will die in this place.

You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
‘Cause I’m still here.
You’ll never get me alive.
You’ll never take me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I’m still here.
You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never get me alive.
Do what it takes to survive,
And I’m still here.
You’ll never get me.
(Still here!)
You’ll never take me.
(Still here!)
You’ll never get me alive.

‘Cause we all wanna party when a funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
It’s been ten fucking years since I’ve been seeing
Your face ’round here.
And you’re walking away, and I will drown in the fear.

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Heaven Help Us

Hear the sound
The angels come screaming
Down your voice
I hear you’ve been bleeding

Make your choice
They say you’ve been pleading
Someone save us

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We’ll hear the sound
As you’re falling down

I’m at this old hotel
But can’t tell if I’ve been breathing or sleeping
Or screaming or waiting for the man to call
And maybe all of the above
Cause mostly I’ve been sprawled on these cathedral steps
While spitting out the blood and screaming
"Someone save us!"

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We’ll hear the sound
As you’re falling down

And will you pray for me?
Or make a saint of me?
And will you lay for me?
Or make a saint of?

Cause I’ll give you all the nails you need
Cover me in gasoline
Wipe away those tears of blood again
And the punchline to the joke is asking
Someone save us

Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We’ll hear the sound
As you fall

And would you pray for me?
(You don’t know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint of me?
(You don’t know
So I’m burning, I’m burning)
And will you lay for me?
(You don’t know a thing about my sins
How the misery begins)
Or make a saint?
(You don’t know
Cause I’m burning, I’m burning)

Cause I’ll give you all the nails you need
(I’m burning, I’m burning again)
Cover me in gasoline again

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