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 arms. [Spoken in background] (Well 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, No way home why