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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Pelissier
Batterie
Frank Iero
Guitare rythmique
Gerard Way
Voix principales
Paul DeCarlli
Programmation
Bert McCracken
Chant
Michael James Way
Basse
Raymond Toro
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Pelissier
Paroles/Composition
Michael James Way
Paroles/Composition
Raymond Toro
Paroles/Composition
Frank Iero
Paroles/Composition
Gerard Way
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eric Miller
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jon Nicholson
Équipe technique des batteries
Howard Benson
Production
Keith Nelson
Équipe technique des guitares
Paul DeCarlli
Ingénierie de montage
Mike Plotnikoff
Ingénierie
Paroles
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, yeah
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, yeah
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?
Ah, 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, yeah
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
They'll make you want to say, "So long"
Well, I don't remember
Why remember you?
Do you have the keys to the hotel?
'Cause I'm gonna string this 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, yeah
Now, now, now, now (I can't explain)
Now, now, now, (I can't complain)
Now, now, now, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Michael Way, Gerard Way, Matthew Pellisier
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