Live and Rare [LIVE] lyrics

Well you can hide a lot about yourself
But honey, what are you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin
But the past ain't through with you

'Cause we are all a bunch of liars
Tell me baby who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it
'Cause its tragic with a capital T

Let it be,
let it be,
let it be!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba

Gonna take off all my skin,
Tear apart all of my insides,
When they rifle in,
Mom and Dad think you'll be saved,
They never had the time,
They're gonna medicate your lives,
You were always born a crime,
We salute you in your grave.

Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back in her arms,
Can't find my way home,