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Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
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Frank Iero
Frank Iero
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Gerard Way
Gerard Way
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Michael James Way
Michael James Way
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Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
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Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
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Michael James Way
Michael James Way
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Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
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Frank Iero
Frank Iero
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Gerard Way
Gerard Way
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Eric Miller
Eric Miller
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Jon Nicholson
Jon Nicholson
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Keith Nelson
Keith Nelson
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Howard Benson
Howard Benson
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Tom Baker
Tom Baker
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Paul DeCarli
Paul DeCarli
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Mike Plotnikoff
Mike Plotnikoff
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Gerard Way
Gerard Way
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Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face, but you do so carry on and on, and on I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me I'm just the way that the doctor made me On, and on, and on, and on Love is the red, the rose on your coffin door What's life like, bleeding on the floor, the floor, the floor? You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve Give me a reason to believe So, give me all your poison, and give me all your pills And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill You're running after something that you'll never kill If this is what you want, then fire at will Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun in the book you gave me Hallelujah, lock and load Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one and one, and one, and one You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve Give me a reason to believe So, give me all your poison, and give me all your pills And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill You're running after something that you'll never kill If this is what you want, then fire at will You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve You wanna follow something Give me a better cause to lead Just give me what I need Give me a reason to believe So, give me all your poison, and give me all your pills And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill You're running after something that you'll never kill If this is what you want, then fire at will So, give me all your poison, and give me all your pills (fire at will) And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill (fire at will) You're running after something that you'll never kill (fire at will) If this is what you want, then fire at will (fire at will)
Writer(s): Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Michael Way, Gerard Way, Matthew Pellisier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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