Our Lady Of Sorrows Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

We could be perfect one last night 

And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight 

And we can settle this affair 

If you would shed your yellow take my hand 

And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity 

This riddle of revenge, please understand, it has to be this way 

Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back 

Take my fucking hand and never be afraid again 

We've only got once chance to put this at an end 

And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights 

You said, "We're not celebrities 

We strike and fade, they die by threes" 

I'll make you understand 

And you can trade me for an apparition 

Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back 

Take my fucking hand 

"Never trust", you said 

Who put the words in your head? 

Oh how wrong we were to think 

That immortality meant never dying 

Stand 

Take my fucking hand 

Take my fucking 

Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back 

Take my fucking hand, and never be afraid again 

Just because my hands around your throat