| 2 entries | | |  | | | | MCR You kno wot they do to guys like us in prison | wrote | | 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,
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!
[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!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of | | | | | MCR You kno wot they do to guys like us in prison | wrote | | 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,
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!
[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!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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