
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison (AOL Sessions) My Chemical Romance
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(Well, alright!
It's time to get down, to get down, to get down
Lemme tell y'all a story about five beautiful boys, that went to jail. Here we go, here we go.)
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
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?
And nobody knows
All the trouble I've seen
It's time to get down, to get down, to get down
Lemme tell y'all a story about five beautiful boys, that went to jail. Here we go, here we go.)
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
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?
And nobody knows
All the trouble I've seen
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