Unheavenly Creatures Lyrics - Coheed And Cambria

We were young and had it all figured out 

She was the quiet one and I had the mouth 

Until she fell to me 

We escaped through the alley in the back 

Judge told me, Creature, "Don't you dare go back!" 

But I couldn't dodge the ringing in my head 

The lonely, solemn voice, through the echoes as it said: 

"Please don't leave me here, my love" 

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable 

I fear, my dear, the end is near 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

Did anybody teach you better? 

To obey and follow to the letter 

I fear, my dear, the end is here 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

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There was something I forgot to tell her then 

Between the kiss and "knock em dead, kid" 

"There will be no other like you" 

Now I can't keep the guilt from my heart 

The stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart 

And I know I'm leaving all this sweat in our bed 

A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head 

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable 

I fear, my dear, the end is near 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

Did anybody teach you better? 

To obey and follow to the letter 

I fear, my dear, the end is here 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

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Like a son of a gun 

A son of a gun 

The weight of the world on the shoulders, can you feel the thunder? 

All Unheavenly Creatures (Oh, Oh all the Unheavenly Creatures) 

All Unheavenly Creatures 

On the way to the car, I heard her voice a little louder 

"Please don't leave me here, my love" 

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable 

I fear, my dear, the end is near 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

Did anybody teach you better? 

To obey and follow to the letter 

I fear, my dear, the end is here 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable 

I fear, my dear, the end is near 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun 

Did anybody teach you better? 

To obey and follow to the letter 

I fear, my dear, the end is here 

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun