Из альбома: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
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
And 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 cell mate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself, am I losing myself?
And 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've 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
Will make you want to say
So long, but I don't remember
Why remember you?
Do you have the keys to the hotel?
'Cause I'm gonna set this bastard 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
Take it like a man