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They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do Because the drugs never work They gonna give you a smirk 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean They gonna rip up your heads, Your aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me The boys and girls in the clique The awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt What you got under your shirt We'll make them pay for the things that they did They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me Ohhh yeah! They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me All together now! Teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me [x2] |
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And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life And if you get to Heaven I'll be here waiting, babe Did you get what you deserve? The end, and if your life won't wait Then your heart can't take this Have You heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say I think they never liked you anyway Oh Take, me from the hospital bed Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned And wouldn't it be great If we were dead Ohh, Dead Tongue-tired and oh so squeamish You never fell in love Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life And if you get to Heaven I'll be here waiting, babe Did you get what you deserve? The end, and if your life won't wait Then your heart can't take this Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say I think I never liked you anyway Oh take, me from the hospital bed Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand? And wouldn't it be great if we were dead And in my honest observation During this operation Found a complication In your heart so long, Cause now you've got Maybe just two weeks to live Is that the most the both of you can give? One, two, one two three four! La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Well come on, La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La Oh motherfucker, If life ain't just a joke Then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke Then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke Then why are we laughing? If life ain't just a joke Then why am I dead? Dead! |
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Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell. I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama, we all go to hell. Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die. Mama, we're all gonna die. Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, Mama, we're all gonna die. And when we go don't blame us, yeah. We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. You made us, oh, so famous. We'll never let you go. And when you go don't return to me my love. Mama, we're all full of lies. Mama, we're meant for the flies. And right now they're building a coffin your size, Mama, we're all full of lies. Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son. If you could coddle the infection They can amputate at once. You should've been, I could have been a better son. And when we go don't blame us, yeah. We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. You made us, oh, so famous. We'll never let you go. She said: "You ain't no son of mine For what you've done they're gonna find A place for you And just you mind your manners when you go. And when you go, don't return to me, my love." That's right. Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. It's really quite pleasant Except for the smell, Mama, we all go to hell. 2 - 3 - 4 Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh! Mama! Mama! Mama! [Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song [Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun, You would cry out your eyes all along. We're damned after all. Through fortune and flame we fall. And if you can stay then I'll show you the way, To return from the ashes you call. We all carry on (We all carry on) When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone) So raise your glass high For tomorrow we die, And return from the ashes you call. |
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