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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
Drums
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Rhythm Guitar
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Lead Vocals
Paul DeCarli
Paul DeCarli
Programming
Bert McCracken
Bert McCracken
Vocals
Michael James Way
Michael James Way
Bass Guitar
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
Songwriter
Michael James Way
Michael James Way
Songwriter
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Songwriter
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Songwriter
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Miller
Eric Miller
Additional Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Jon Nicholson
Jon Nicholson
Drum Technician
Keith Nelson
Keith Nelson
Guitar Technician
Paul DeCarli
Paul DeCarli
Editing Engineer
Howard Benson
Howard Benson
Producer
Mike Plotnikoff
Mike Plotnikoff
Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
In the middle of a gunfight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "Come with your arms raised high"
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
To your room
What they ask of you will make you want to say, "So long"
Well, I don't remember
Why remember you?
[Bridge]
Do you have the keys to the hotel?
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire, fire
[Outro]
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, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hahaha
Written by: Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Matt Pelissier, Michael James Way, Ray Toro
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